We were sitted talking in her apartment. Vidya was wearing a jean mini skirt that rode up her brown thighs and a net top that showed off her bust. I h...d always wanted her and i thought she wanted me but i wasn’t sure and mostly i was too scared to find out. As we talked, she put her hands on my thigh and kept it there. I first thought it meant nothing but as we continued talking, the conversation turned to sex. We ended up talking about our favourite sexual positions and what we liked and so. I guess I have a little bit of a crush on her. Dreams can be so erotic and all things can happen in them. My dream didn’t have a proper start, instead we were locked in the church office for some odd reason. And as it got colder as the night drew in, we cuddled to keep each other warm then we were fucking it was such a weird dream next we were in a car. When I woke up it was seven thirty time to start my days chores. As I pulled on my trousers with my phone in the pocket, I noticed it was. Prove you are not! Then she started to button off her shirt. Then she had only her skirt of suit and a white bra. He said:- Is it your best? He took a step to her and took off her bra. Her big white breasts bounced like a jell. Then she said:- You got what you want? See, I have no reason to be scared.- Sure? You haven't seen all and me either. Then he turn her back to himself and kneel down in front of her butt and took her skirt off. It was hard to take it off because her skirt was very tight. It was use and abuse, not passion and love in those almond eyes.This orgasm was not frantic. When she came it was a slow wave of emotion, lust and power that enveloped her body with little spasms of pure pleasure. I could feel her thighs rub on mine as she continued to slowly lower herself and then lift off me with great self control. Meijin milked every spasm and ounce of friction in a composed surge of unqualified gratification.At last she was at rest. A shiny sheen of sweat covered her and.