His eyes darkened and followed every movement, tracing the heated path left behind. “Why did you do that?” he growled, leaning forward, his face i...ches from mine. “Do what?” I asked with feigned innocence. “Don’t play with me. I asked around about you. I thought you were a college slut that had needed a good fucking. The only problem was you didn’t quite fit the description,” he hissed, his face millimeters away from mine. With each word his chest brushed against mine, sending shivers of. Par us din kuch alag hua jaise hi metro kashmiri gate pohochi ek bheed ka ek sailab aya and last me ek ladki mere bilkul sath me khadi thi chipak kar as gate band hone vale the achank ek uncle piche se aye aur ladki ko dhaka dete hue andar ghus gaye phir, gate band hote hi ladki se maje lene lage land ko uski gand par ragad rahe the and ladki ghabra rahi thi jaise hi mene dekha muje bohot bura laga phir mene ladki ko apni side ane ko kaha and me uske age face kar ke khada ho gaya and uncle ko. Then I reached for the shampoo and started running it through my hair, then rinsing, covering my body in suds. I could feel Claire watching me, while holding a loofa in her hand attempting to wash herself but I guess the distractions were just too much, haha. I continued with the conditioner, though waiting before rinsing to let my hair soak up the moisture. I grabbed the other loofa in the shower and poured some of the intoxicationg body gel onto it then proceeding to lather myself with it. In college her curves kept getting fuller and her dates fewer. By widening her age range she picked up some more carnal candidates. Bars were a possibility but they’d have to wear condoms until she was convinced they were safe and going to stick around for a while. Churches were a good way to meet a range of people and she could start conversations about the attractiveness of “plus-sized” women to gauge their feelings.Same thing with Craig’s List. Never knew what kind of weirdo you might meet..