It was so easy to chat with her and soon we both opened up and told a lot about our personal life to each other. The more I knew her the more I wanted...her, and she felt the same.We couldn’t meet at that time as she was busy and there was not much time. I came back to my home, but we kept txting each other for hours every day. Then we started talking on the phone and got to know each other a lot.She had a week off and came to a small town near me .. we arranged a meeting and I drove down to see. And Twirl . Her finger slipped deep in my vagina. ‘ ah mystique ‘ she whispered. Twirling herself to me. Fingers, stroking my vagina and nipple. Stroking my vagina, squeezing me softly. Tugging my nipple and pulling. Softly.. stroking..stroking, my nipple. I felt hot touch inside my vagina, as she bit my nipple. And buried herself in my vagina.suckling. . Twirling.. her finger higher deeper in my vagina. Stroking my vagina slowly, squeezing. As the massage grew deep. Darker.. she glistened. I failed my Spanish test. Oh, Lauren, no. Tara knew how important it was for Lauren to do well on her last test. Yeah, Lauren said glumly. If I dont get at least a B+ on the next one, Im going to fail the whole class. She cant do that! Were graduating in a month and they dont have Spanish in summer school! What the hell are you supposed to do? Tara was outraged on her friends behalf. No kidding. I tried to explain that&hellip, Her helpful advice was that I should have done better on the last. Winter was closing in. She traded in her sneakers for heavier shoes, and began wearing a warmer-looking jacket. Sometimes she wore a knit cap pulled down over her ears to ward off the cold. I always knew it was her, though. I knew every nuance of her walk, the length of her stride, the motion of her hips, the way she carried herself.I was finding myself attracted to my “walking girl,” as I came to call her. I don't know exactly why. She was physically attractive, to my eye, but then, a.