She pushed on only because she had been asked by Casey herself. Casey was two grades ahead of her: a senior, with rich, coppery hair that fell in wave... down to the middle of her back. Her eyes, she insisted, were hazel, although they seemed to usually be a soothing shade of sage. In spite of having a body that was more mature than her years, Casey was as nimble as a cat on a picket fence. This ability had earned her the title of head cheerleader. That honorific was what spurred on Megan. In her. I purr out softly… “You know, it was just a few hours ago, you were in the same spot. Did you ever leave?” “No, never, I can’t get enough, problem?” “Surely not, I love a nice wake-up call…. Continue.” I feel him adjust me just right, how he wants me. He pushes my legs up, my feet flat on the bed, opening them. His soft stubble brushes along my mound. I love how it feels when he doesn't shave. My breathing is softly gasping, begging for more. The softness of his tongue brushes along my center,. During one such journey I was lucky enough to get an opportunity to get laid with a hot chick. Before boarding the bus, I kept my fingers crossed to have my seat shared with a hot chick. But once I boarded the bus, I was disgusted to know that I will have to share the seat with an old person. I was devastated to have a seat beside an old fat person and thought now my 12 hour journey to Pune will not only be tiring but will also be very boring. The guy sitting next kept on blabbering and I was. It had a kitchen and living room along with a smallbedroom. It was late in the afternoon and there were plenty of peoplemilling around and I had to navigate about 75 yards of walkways to get tomy car. This always turns me on so much. I love getting dressed and beingseen in regular settings, wondering if people make me or not.I couldn t wait to walk back through the gauntlet with Matt in just a shorttime. I headed out the door and immediately ran into a gentleman in theroom next to mine. He was.