“What do you mean?”“One time after class you bent down to pick up your bag and the bottom of your sweater rode up your back a couple inches abov... the top of your pants. I was walking by your desk. I briefly saw a horizontal red strap that must have looped around your waist and a vertical red string I knew must have been threaded through the crack of your butt and connected to a red thong.”“Ah, clever boy,” she said. Then added, “What about my tattoo? How did you come by that bit of. ..” - the outside of one breast, “and here...” - between them, “and here...” - a nipple. He took it between his lips and gently sucked, flicking it with his tongue. The other girls watched, mesmerised. “Kiss me here...” she whispered, her hand brushing across her belly. His lips followed her fingers across, and down to the inside of her thigh. The heady aroma of her moist pussy filled his nostrils as she relaxed back onto the bed, raised her knees and let her legs fall open. “Now kiss me. It was a woman and she was opening a refrigerator next to the window. I didn't have any lights on, just the TV, so I figured what the heck. Getting out of bed, I spread the sheers wide and put the extra pillows on the window sill to block my neighbor on my floor from seeing me in the reflection in the window directly across from us. The woman looked to be about thirty with shoulder length blond hair. She had on a yellow blouse and blue jeans and was talking on the phone as she poured herself a. I could feel him explore the inside of me and tickle every fold of skin hidden away. The sound of his fingers sticking together and noise of the friction intensified. He thrust one of his fingers deep inside and I noticed how his whole finger disappeared. He slowly took it out and thrust back in with two fingers. My vagina tightly wove itself around his hand as he softly rubbed the inside. He fingers came out again as he slowly worked three fingers down into me. I could notice his fingers.