We got ready and I saw Deepika draping her saree and she was looking extremely hot and beautiful. Deepika’s attire resembled Priyanka Chopra in the ...ong desi girl from the movie “Dostana”, except that Deepika was wearing a red transparent saree. Her blouse was deep cut exposing most of her cleavage.Deepika was already wearing the saree low waist and I pulled it a little more so expose her sexy navel. Deepika was a sex bomb in that saree and I wanted to fuck her right away. I couldn’t control. "As the coffee perked she sat on a raised kitchen stool and her skirt rode up to mid-thigh. "Since we've seen so much of each other, I suppose we should introduce ourselves," said Nancy, feeling confident. He was so cute. Older than she, but she felt she had the upper hand. "I'm Nancy Bradley," holding out her hand."I'm Mark Mason," taking her hand tenderly and holding it longer than necessary."Sugar?" Uh, what?" Sugar or milk?" Oh, yeah. Milk only."Nancy slid off the stool and let the seat. He wore his straight brown hair long, and it hung to his shoulder blades, not quite reaching the middle of his back. At thirty four he wasn't a bad looking man. The modest one bedroom corner apartment he rented was on the top floor of a six story building amid several others, very similar in appearance. A few of the apartments in the area had a communal greenhouse on their roofs, Matt's building having several lounge chairs around the glass enclosure that the residents could use if they wanted. Ron was immediately behind me grabbing my hands exposing me to them, as one by one they took out their cocks slowly wanking them as they ogled my shaved puffy pink pussy . Ron let me go saying ‘ get on that chair and spread your legs slut show the boys your hole’. Obediently I laid back opening my legs, my pussy lips opening for them as they whistled a discussed the view ‘look at that cunt boys’, dirty little slag’ look at her fuckhole!!! We have all weekend to use that, and her tight arse too!.