. To her. To this goddess of beauty and charms…I always like to stay with her and reside along with her but most of my school education is outside h...me in a hostel.I am sent to a number one convent in Bang lore. And even if I have to come back she might not be in our madras house. She would have gone to a telugu or Malayalam shooting. She spent most of the time in kerala even we have two bungalows in madras. I don’t know why , but she never let me visit or stay in our trivandrum house.Given all. Et me first say that this is a real story, just as all of my other stories. Nothing is made up and nothing is exaggerated. Hope you enjoy it and please share your thoughts in the comments I was barely conscious saying the last of the goodbyes, both drunk and exhausted. This must bewhat alcoholics describe as a blackout—my body did move, did hold me upright. My mouth formed I guess the proper words, judging by everyone’s reactions, though my God I couldn’t tell you how. Again finally in the bedroom I kicked my heels into the corner and lifted my dress over my head, tossing it off to join the shoes, and literally fell into bed. The closest to bliss I’d felt in weeks, but really. I knew that she been at it for seventeen minutes but never said a word. Then Cynthia looked at the clock and said that she was too tired to do it again and asked me to do it for her. Holy shit! I reached out and slipped two of my fingers into her wet pussy. I put them to my nose to smell them and then put them in my mouth.Cynthia was watching and said, “I like the way I taste too after I cum.”I put my two fingers back into her opening then went up to her clit and started rubbing it. I didn’t.