A laugh and a half. We ordered more drinks and I was now coming out of my shell. My other friend, Jackie, told me that she was feeling frisky and she...wanted to dance. Dancing was her mating call. The way she swished her hips and slut-dropped always turned heads. I looked at her as she made her way to the dance floor. Her body was to die for. I guess it was the alcohol, but I had the urge to nuzzle my head between her breasts and squeeze them with my bare hands. > > I had to cool down. I told. “No, hah, that would be funny to try bending over and licking my own asshole I suppose, Sir” she laughed that she never tried but she probably would make good tips if she could. She showed me she could lick her own nipples by lifting her tits to her mouth before explaining what she meant by licking herself clean. “Kind of like a cat, I use my finger. I know it’s gross and you didn’t want me to lap up my puke either, some of what we do is pretty out there,” she told me.“You want to lick your own. Tabhi meri nazar 1 kubsurat kali par padi wo red 1 piece me jaise asman ki pari zamin par ho aise lag rahi thi. Me kafi der se usko dekh raha tha or kafi baar hamari nazre mili.Thodi der baad wo mocktail counter pe aai or meri baju wali seat me aakar bethgai or mocktail order karke meri or dekhne lagi. Meine usse hello kaha or hum usne hi kaha. Fir usne mujse pucha k kyu me usse itni der se dekhe ja raha hu meine rply die k tum jaise haseena ko to roz dekhna pasand karu usne rply dia k kya tum. Evenbefore we met she had developed the skilled, subtle touch of an artistwith cosmetics and had always taken the time to care for her tumblingdark tresses. The only comment, other than compliments, I had everoffered on her makeup or hair had been a single complaint the firsttime she had worn curlers to bed. I had asked if that was reallynecessary and she had curtly said it was. However, I noticed thatafter that night she had started using hot rollers in the morning, atleast most of the.