Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun held with a clip. Soft, curling tendrils escaped and framed her face and brushed her neck. She ...ore a white t-shirt that rode low and bared one shoulder showing off her smooth, sun kissed skin. He noticed that the line of her shoulder was uninterrupted by a bra strap and her shirt was thin enough to see the shadowed curve of her generous cleavage and the out line of her nipples. She had on black boy shorts that showed off the voluptuous. Susan answered that she had, but that she had watched more of the video and was now very aroused. “I won’t often give it, but this one night, I’ll allow you to pleasure yourself. I want you to acknowledge that it is only because I’ve given you my permission, that you may do this.”Susan answered, “I understand, and I do thank you for allowing me to do this,” she said.“I will leave you to your business,” he said then added, “Goodnight.” and he hung up. Susan stopped the video and removed it from. I sat frozen as he placed his small hands on my warm fleshy thighs, my instinctive reaction was to stop him before he ventured into dangerous territory, and it required a man to finish the job, but I shamefully enjoyed his touch and gushed a little more between my legs.All of a sudden my need overcame my sense of decency and propriety, his little finger was tracing a line in my vaginal secretion, all the time he inched closer and closer to my clitoris, the tease of it as he crept closer was. A friend of mine suggested me a house which was a bit far from the coaching center but was appropriate.A divorced woman, in her late twenties lived there. Her name was Arpitha. She worked at a bank. We both met and I decided to move there. She was slim, had the body of a teenager with big and awesome boobs. From the first instant I saw her, I knew that I had seen that face before. But I couldn’t remember where.One day, while I was surfing through my porn collection, I came across an mms clip of.