I’m a little upset. Or annoyed. Or maybe hurt. I thought she wanted to be with me. She was ducking him. She was slow dancing with me. After all of t...at he’s got his tongue on her clit? “I am such a fucking loser,” I think to myself. I just sit there and watch them. They don't seem to mind. It's wildly exciting. I can see my cousin's pussy. A dream come true. I see the neatly trimmed bush I had only peeked at through the panties earlier in the evening. I wonder what I should do. Mixed messages. As he took off the wrappings,it seemed to him that his hands looked more delicate and feminine.Ignoring the itch, he opened the box and found an outfit inside. SoonPaul was changed into a blue and green colorful blouse with a light greenblazer, skirt and white open toe heels."You okay?" his mom asked as he came out of his room after changing."I've worn the same size shoes for years, but now this pair seems big forme," Paul said as he sat on the couch with his legs crossed and tiredsome crackers. The dildo was black and already lubed, i assume he was using it in the next cubicle, but i had accepted it as payment so leaning against the wall i reached back and slid it into my ass after getting used to it and I looked down at the magazine reached down and started to jerk my cock, time to earn my payment. After no longer than a min the 1st guy moved up next to me and commanded "look at me" turning my head i see his cock not 2 inches from my face and as i stick my tongue to lick his tip i. Sorry for any mistakes. U can send me ur feedback on hangouts or gmail at Now coming to the story. The girl of the story is Nidhi. She used to live adjacent to my house. And she was a bomb. She had dark hair that fell to her shoulders and fair complexion that contrasted it. She used to wear tight tee shirts that accentuated her shapely boobs and she had great flawless thighs. But she rarely wore shorts at home and I rarely got chance to admire them. Nidhi and I were good friends and used to.