Where could she be, I wondered? Within moments she appeared. She had just come out of the shower and her hair was wrapped in a white towel. She held t...e towel on her head with one hand as she reached out and turned on a portable stereo with the other. She did a quick dance move as she tossed the towel aside. She ran her hands through her short blonde hair as she stood before the mirror. As she swayed her hips in time to the music, it was clear that she felt completely at ease.I was feeling. “You mean to tell me that the hottie in 302 is pretty close to Mr. Fancy Pants in 304?” I asked, bemused. “Yes! I saw him coming out of Fancy Pants’ apartment this very morning, looking all disheveled and shit,” she replied. I was struck silent. My roommate, Cissy, and I have lived in our apartment for almost 6 years. We’ve been through thick and thin together, now, we are nearly inseparable. Best friends who happen to be polar opposites of each other. Cissy, tall, statuesque, Nordic, is the. She than proceeded to fuck medeeply with firm hard thrusts. She would pull almost all the way out than slam it deep again after a few dozen strokes I felt her reach around and grab my cock. She started to jack me as she fucked me, matching her rhythm.After several minutes of this I could not hold back and exploded on a soul releasing orgasm spraying my cum all over myself as she jerked it I shot 5-6 times spraying it on my face and chest. She than scooped up as much of my cum as she could and. The real thing was even more romantic to his eighteen year old eyes than any imaginings could have been; the hunters resplendent in their red coats with their superbly turned out horses, and the dogs pacing between then, obviously eager for the off.In a ceremony imported from English cold weather, stirrup cups were brought round filled with an odd-tasting sweet dark red liquid, which Ramzy El-Najjar later discovered was described to the Imam as grape juice but which was actually a vintage port..