I never use to finger myself doesn’t matter how horny I’m as I want my parts to be touch by other person only, whether girl or boy or lesbo or any...ne but not me. It was weekend only and as usual I was in my Hostel room reading some book and no one was there in hostel including my Roomie. I wore shorts 10-12 inches above my knees and 5-6 inches below navel and a shirt which was 7-8 inches above my navel and had deep neck, means my belly and cleavage was clearly visible and my white Bra straps. I won't get into too much detail about how we met or anything, just about her first time. We had been dating, if you want to call it that, for about a week. We met online and she flew out to be with me. I put no pressure on her into having sex, I was just happy to be with her and same went for her. We would make out, feel each other up but nothing went further.The night that it happened I wanted it to be special for her, sounds corny I'm sure. I tried to be as romantic as possible, candle. Matt had mentioned that it might be a good thing for me to make a courtesy call on the Weld County Sheriff and the County Building Department. I decided to give Ken Johnson a call.“Hello, Ken, this is Doug.”“Morning, Doug, it’s nice to hear from you. How did your trip back East go?”“It went well, Ken. I got my problem with the State Department resolved and contacted the United Nations and made the preliminary arrangements for presenting my credentials.“The reason I called is that Matt suggested. I look up at you and catch a look in your eyes, a long blink as you turn your head slightly. "She's getting into this." I think to myself as I smile inside and start pumping your pussy harder and licking your clit with more fervor. Listening to your moans, either way; in protest or pleasure, its all the same to me. I slide a finger from my other hand in your ass and start working it as well, you immediately cum, flooding me...lapping up your juices like a thirsty dog, savoring every drop of.