"Well, I've been having my own affair lately." Really? Who is he? Do I know him?" That's just it, it's not a 'him', it's a 'her'. Her name is Justine.... Justine Rogers?" Yes." Your roommate?" One and the same." When did this start?" My junior year at college." Tell me about it." Ok."Well, I knew something was different with Justine when I met her. Other girls were nervous around her, but the two of us seemed to hit it off from the beginning. I had heard the rumors but never paid any attention to. I was speaking more from the chest, and trying to be a lot clearer than I was in everyday conversation. It didn't sound drastically different, but I thought it sounded better, more masculine.She slipped quietly into the room. She was wearing her negligee again, a see-through black gown that ended about an inch past her waist, fixed to a black bra that gave her incredible cleavage, and held up by small shoulder straps. Through the thin weave I could see she was wearing matching panties this. He then said that “I see on net and thought maybe it might work” I fell over him and wrapped him we were like that for few mins and then I stood up and slowly removed my saree and the petticoat and then panty while then he unhooked my blouse and bra and he was doing it so quickly that I smiled and he was sucking with one of them and he gave me love bite on the area above my boob. So I said him let’s do oral sex. I laid on the bed and said him to sit down on the floor and stretch my pussy walls. A lovely Venezuelan woman. Just became a “mature woman” (early 40s), with a splendid figure, nice round hips just below her waist, surrounded by designer’s jeans and some generous breasts, with its form well sculpted bellow a cashmere sweater. Tanned skin, perfect smile, white teeth, green eyes, lovely dark curls falling just a bit below her shoulders.Kristina offered me a drink and a snack, and was the perfect hostess. She asked me if I was enjoying myself (not really until there, but of.