She couldn’t wait to unleash him. His body heat was radiating through his silk shirt already, and she could feel how finely chiseled his chest was, ...he couldn’t wait to see it, taste it. Ethan, Ethan, Ethan. She was drowning in him. She pulled back the unbuttoned shirt and raked her nails gently up and down his chest. ‘You aren’t cold, are you?’ ‘I’ve never been hotter.’ That was just fine because her lips went right to his erect nipples. Nothing had ever tasted that wickedly fantastic to her.. Youdon’t typically see many black guys asking south Asiangirls– let alone while they’re still in high school.But she seemed to like me and much as I liked her. Herexcitement became my excitement. I was on auto-pilot. ‘So, I know you’re Bangladeshi, but do ever watchBollywood movies?’“Sure.”“There’s a movie theater by my college, we should seeone soon.”She laughed, nervously “I don’t know, it sounds like. She brought on of her finger with long nails near her ass hole and started scratching her ass cheek. She then inserted the finger inside her ass hole only a little bit and poked her ass for some long 30 seconds. She then brought her finger out and smelled it holding it before her nose. I could not clearly see her cunt as she was standing. But I could tell that her cunt was also completely shaven. Purnima then raised both of her hands over her head for oiling her hair. I was watching the big. Hair in pigtails. Hadn't noticed last time. She wore a yellow tank top and blue pleated skirt this time. Her eyes went wide again. Noticed the bulge in the towel maybe? Hope so.“C-c-collecting for the p-p-paper, s-sir.” She stammered as usual. “$4 sir.” I noticed her friend, brown girl, (Priya?) standing at the foot of the steps wearing a red t-shirt and blue shorts. Nice brown legs. Hair seemed to be pleated in a ponytail like a typical Hindi.“OK, wait a minute.”I turned to get the money from.