I pulled her jeans off and laid them on the wood work table. I kissed right above her pantie line as i slowly pulled them down my lips and tongue foll...wed. Slowly revealing her shaved tight pussy. She even had a cute freckle on her left side just near her thigh. So amazing. I lifted her un and sat her down on the table where i placed her jeans before. She spread her legs revealing herself to me. She was so wet i could see her pussy juices flowing already as i went down on her. She tasted sweet. ‘I’m flattered.’ She seemed to ignore his words, sliding off the chair and walking over the baby grand piano that sat in the corner. ‘So you liked my story?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘What did you like about it?’ ‘The way you had me fall in love with you.’ ‘With me? The character’s name is Cary.’ ‘Yes,’ He arose, slowly striding over to her. ‘The character’s name is Cary but if I asked anyone that knows you … ‘ ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay. I confess. She’s me.’ ‘Can you really cook like that?’ Velvet smiled, taking. My Friday morning consisted of International Business with Professor Davis. I sat way in the back, and it was a relatively small class. I had to find some eye candy to keep me occupied. I was anything but loyal and innocent at that time. The last one to class, I came to learn, was a very slim, built-looking, Irish lifeguard named Jeremy. And yes, I can tell all that by looking at him… Well, at least that he was Irish. The teacher announced his name and he had a red and white Guard’s jacket on.. By 9 in the clock, a portly man in his early fifties came walking down the stairs. “Hello, dad. Good morning” Vatsal said, “This is my friend Vikas and Vikas this is my father”.His father looked at me smiled and said “Hi Vikas. Vatsal told us all about you. How are you”? I smiled awkwardly and replied, “I am fine”. As he approached near I wished him good morning. Birju kaka brought him tea and he begins asking me about my family. I told him that I lived with my parents and I am their only.