That was the beginning of my fetish. I think I have to call it a fetish because I know it isn't normal, the fact that I like to be subjected to dirty ...en and dirty places. That's not to say that I am physically dirty, because I'm not. I shower every morning and wear clean clothes, but I find myself always drawn to situations that most women would run screaming away from. **My first real cross over from normal to my new fetish happened in Denver. I was there for the week and found myself. ” She couldn’t help herself to put out one last jibe, saying under her breath, but still loud enough for him to hear. “I just hope they’re not all worn out by now.”Tommy didn’t say anything. What could he say? So he just lowered his face to his plate and kept on stuffing pizza into his mouth. Embarrassingly he noticed his penis was starting to stir again. Why is it doing this? Unconsciously he had stopped his chewing and instead concentrated on what was happening to down there. Why is this. He then wrote down an address on a piece of paper and handed it to Gazza.“These units are quite expensive but they are close to the campus. Children of the noble families tend to stay in them and they do have more security than most places in the city. I don’t think they will complain about the flickers living with you as long as you keep them out of trouble.”“Thank you, Professor Mitchel,” Gazza replied and noted the address.“Not a problem. Pop back in three days, pick up your schedules and. While kissing she slid her hands into my pant and sarted carrasing my cock which was half erect and after her touch it reached to its extreme.I then started rubbing my hand all over her iside her blouse around her ass inside her petticoat to feel her pussy.She then removed my clothes and i asked her if i could do the same.I first removed her saree then her petticoat and ithere found the beatiful pink pussy i started licking it.then imoved up towards her blouse and removed it to discover her.