’ I took a mouthful of my drink and with hands shivering I pulled the zip down to her waist. She looked over her shoulder, smiled again and turned t... face me, never letting go of my gaze. She had no bra on and her breasts were shaped like tear drops with dark brown nipples. ‘Now take off my dress,’ she said with a stroke of my cock and once more that enticing smile. As I slid her dress down to her ankles, her smooth, sweet, shavin’ pussy was right in front of my face, and she brushed herself. Over next few days, I found myself searching for him, when I found him I found myself flashing contour of boobs or cleavage by minor adjustments of clothing.That evening when I was in Library preparing my assignment, I suddenly felt some one was staring at me and looked up. My heart skipped a beat as I looked into Rahul’s smiling eyes. Rahul was sitting in an opposite chair across the table. I could feel blood rushing to my cheeks and I cursed myself for my inability in concealing my emotions.. It slides back and forth spreading the lube. it slides down and stops with the head resting against you hole.i let go of your head and let you come up for air. we wait to see if your going to object. you realise your harder than you have ever been beforeit feels like an eternity. you can;t wait anymore,'please' you whisperhe pushes the head against your hole. slowly entering you. your hole stretches letting him in. his big shaft gently pushes its way into you stretching your ass wider than it. They seemed to be an item. I still didn't trust the son of a bitch. I hoped that he wasn't another like her high-school sweetheart. Once again, Latoya might be too trusting. In any case, Morely's articling would soon be over. I promised myself not to let the incident in the coffee room influence my evaluation of him. But his description of Stacie as a "cute little armful" with big "fun-bags" was disturbingly like Latoya's former beau describing her as his "nigger cunt from the projects." I put.