.Aunty will not come out again” I spoke and Ruchi replied with “nahi yaar…bahut risky hai…” “don’t worry…kuch nahi hoga…” I spoke ...hile getting up on my knees and turned to Ruchi; she was sitting behind me on the couch and tried to lift her nighty. She stopped me “are you serious…?”“Yes… I am serious” by now my hands were touching her bare knees and she was little restless because of my tender touch over her soft skin. “I want to suck you there….” I spoke may be to arouse her and moved my hands. I was juststarting to believe that I could put the whole episode behind me, when Ifound them.Sitting at the top of my underwear drawer was a pair of red satin pantiesedged with black lace and an envelope addressed to "Brandi" in what wasrecognisably Kristina's handwriting. Inside was a card that simply said:"Wear these to work tomorrow." I debated throwing them away, but quicklydecided that I really had no choice but to cooperate. The implications ofsomeone breaking in to my home just to leave. I was so wet, dripping actually as he finger fucked my hole i just wanted to cum all over his fingers then & there. But i wanted more than his fingers & I was soon to be rewarded as the large tip of his cock penetrated me for the first time, entering slowly, then inchinging all the way in, he was long, thick & warm, i could feel every pulsing vein of his cock inside me. His slow tempo soon changed & his trusts became faster, deeper, he turned me around & squeezed my nipples as he pounded me. I snagged her phone number, planning a rendezvous for later that afternoon. At about 2:30 PM, I called and she said that she was home alone and free for the afternoon. She gave me directions to her apartment and told me to bring a pint of whiskey. Here I went, Jim Bean, brown-bagged, in hand, to her apartment, which was a glorified dorm room on campus. I hadn’t ever seen her before and this was in the day before Facebook, so I was somewhat nervous about what would answer the door. I figured.