Her husband is more interested in making money than enjoying his wife’s beauty. We met on yahoo chat for the first time and then then send me a mail...to me. Aarti sent a mail to me saying that she wants a good friend with whom she could share her feelings.I readily agreed and replied to her mail. We kept on exchanging mails for a few days and one day I asked her to describe her figure in her next mail her very next reply turned me on completely. Her description had instantly brought my manhood. We turn frantically into a sixty nine, mashing our dripping cunts into each other's face, she's unbelievably wet and writhes beneath me as I lap hungrily at her juices and she worms her tongue into my soaking hole!."Do it cunt" she gasps, "Do it for me, fucking do it!"As if it's timed to perfection, we relax our bladder muscles at the same time and flood each other's mouth with our hot, golden urine. We drink every last drop of the beautiful, tangy liquid as we shudder to orgasm, then turning. "Well I never met her but her husband Jack comes in here all the time and he puts up pictures in the video booths in the backroom for guys to squirt a tribute on. She's one of the most popular tribute faces in here not to mention all her dirty panties we sell."Jim was now completely puzzled. She had never mentioned selling her panties nor letting guys jackoff and squirt on her picture.He knew they sold dirty panties here and you had to pay extra for them if there was a video of the girl wearing. Like a corpse my hands stayed where they were one had held my books the other I was just to bewildered to use. After seconds that felt like hours my free hand was underneath her panties and when my finger rubbed across her clit I felt this bolt of energy. Then I panicked and stopped everything. Stuttering hard with excitement I managed to tell her I had to go to class, then I yelled "tomorrow 7pm". So tomorrow was Friday, I avoided going out of my room and took random back paths to class I felt.