I was setting on the couch. At first he just stared at me. I noticed my legs were spread,an my skirt had slid up I had no undies on. I put my legs clo...er together. His eyes went up to my boobs,which I was showing plenty of titty skin. The dark circle around my nipple,,the areolas were showing so I pulled my shirt together what i could. We tried talking. It wasn't going to good. We were both nervous and wondering WHAT. Doing some talking I noticed he had spread his legs apart alot. That moved. She releases my tits, having warmed me up very nicely (thank you sweetie-pie!), and she reaches for the hem of my skirt and pulls it up, bunching it around my waist. Now it is my panties that are breached by a questing hand, seeking the glory-hole, and she homes in on my cunny like a cruise missile finding its target, and when she thrusts two fingers into my vagina it blows me apart, blows my mind.Wrapped around each other, her jeans sliding part-way down her smooth thighs, we stagger the few. There was a girl who was staying in this house for almost a couple of years now. Her name is Shefali. She has a kind of good figure, and I always had an eye on her. She is from Coorg and mostly speak in English.There was something in her, which attracts me to her. The figure was not too awesome, but it was good. She was kind of open in nature as compared to other Indian girls. For example, she would dry her inners outside and keep them like that for a week on display for everyone.Generally,. Once she had been like them - but now she was an a****l, a pet, a sexual plaything.As she ate, coughing and spluttering, I ran my hand over her ass and down between her legs, my fingers probing her slit. I smiled: the little slut was getting wet down there. Like the fucking slut she was, the humiliation and degradation was making her wet. I removed my fingers from her cunt, wiping them on her ass and leaned back to watch Claire finish her meal.It took Claire two minutes to finish the food. I.