My fingers don’t quite reach as far as Ben’s did, but I give myself a squeeze and I feel my pussy loosen slightly and I become a little moist. Why...does that do that to me? Why am I just finding out that it does that to me? What does that say about me? I pause. I feel good, I tell myself. Let it be. Don’t spoil how you feel by thinking about it too much. I put the second of my three allowed monthly Xs on my running journal and draw a bath. I am slightly sore. My pussy is a little tender, but. She thanked me for the compliments and I asked her for the nudes this time. She cut the call and soon within minutes my WhatsApp flooded with nudes of her. It was like dream coming true on seeing her beautiful assets. She asked me to meet again but this time straight for a fucking session for which she had no issues. We readily agree to meet next day.We met next day at the same metro station but this time her driver dropped her there. Then we left for my flat in north Delhi.Meanwhile, in the. I looked around and noticed we were in the nicer part of the neighborhood, as I admired the several mansions the dotted the sides of the street. It was then that the door swung open, and all my expectations of the host disintigrated. Standing before me was one of the sexiest girls I had ever seen. She had a pretty face, long wavy blonde hair, a large pair of tits for a girl her age, and a perfect hourglass figure. Her bathing suit, which she was already wearing, looked like something start out. Raylea and Talsy were carrying white plastic bags.“What is that smell?” Talsy said.“I’m making a meatloaf and--”“Oh my god, it smells amazing!” Talsy said. She looked around. “We brought food just in case. But homecooked sounds, like, so much better than subs.”“Meatball for you,” Raylea said to me.“You know me so well!” I said. Then I frowned. Raylea made me think of Felix.“I could’ve made meatball subs.” Jess frowned and moped back to the kitchen.“Oh my god!” Sherry leaned over me and Nisha.