I said to her, “If you want to touch it, you can touch it. But don’t tell anybody.”She came near me and started to touch it. I was very happy an... my dick was now fully erected. Suddenly, we heard some footsteps. I dragged her to my bathroom and closed the door! That was her mother who came looking for her. We kept quiet and I acted as if I was bathing by pouring the water.Suddenly, the innocent virgin Tamil girl started jerking my dick! She was giving me a handjob inside the bathroom while her. The short stroke I was using was frustrating me; I wanted to get deeper into her. I made her get on top of me, and we got down and dirty hugging, and each pounding the other hard and moaning up a storm. When we finished Cathy cleaned my dick for me while Lynette has shown us that she wants to be the creampie queen.The next morning I dragged myself to the shower and cussed as I got in the lukewarm water that was turning cold if I wasn’t kept up so late I would get up like last week early. I. I lay down, and Mandy reached into her bedside drawer pulling out a piece of black material. She placed it over my eyes and wrapped it round behind me head, “No peeking okay!” “Okay what ever you say.” “Mmm what ever I say? That could be fun!” she chuckled The room was now pitch black to me. This was quite arousing, and not knowing when I was going to be touched or where excited me. Mandy prized open my legs as she moved between them. “Raise your ass hun!” I did as request and thought about. I used to cut most classes and hang out in that oh-so intellectual café like all my fellow hipsters and read my share of Sartre, Nietzsche, Milton and Salinger, you name them. And no, my confession will not be based on my hedonistic lifestyle as the disreputable slacker I was, wearing fake glasses to fit the stereotype. Back to said café: of course there were always the few odd ones out among the guests. Someone has to comply with the quota, don't they? One of these very people – she would have.