Mai uthi aur salwar sute pehane lagi phir soch ki kon dekhega aur nighty mai hi chhat par aagyi pani ki rimjhi fuhhar suru hogai thi maine sare martba... jaldi jaldi uttha kar chhat ke nichhe rakh diye ,pani ki halki fuhhar pad rahi thi kabhi kabhi bijli bhi chamak rahi thi aise mai mai bhig rahi thi nighty puri gili ho gayi thi halki hawa pani ke sat takrati to ajab se sihran hone lagti gili bra ki rgad se mer nippal kahde ho rahe the gile panty ka sparsh meri chut 0 mai ajib si halchal macha. The agony of tearing us apart. I can’t bear to think of it. I start to cry. You turn me around and envelope me. You kiss my head, cheeks, lips, eyes, and nose, anything you can get your lips on and say I know honey I know. You ask is there anything you would like me to do for you. I say, just be here. This is unlike me, the sexually rambunctious beast that I am. But now, I know love isn’t love without this. These moments. Only passing time from restlessness to sleep. But oh how much they mean. She stopped moving and I thought that she wanted to stop what was a flirtation gone too far, but she rose and lay on the bed upon her back. She put the joint down, which she let go out as I was pounding her pussy. I leaned over her. We kissed and laughed when she said, " We should have started out like this." She added, "I want you to fuck my white ass like that bastard won't."Friendship, be damned, I stood over her as she guided my hard, throbbing cock into her tight asshole. She gasped a. I got up and looked in the full-length mirror, checking out this new body.It was quite exquisite. I was obviously African-American, but fairly light-skinned, with a rich caramel color. I stood about 5'3, with long silky hair cascading down past my shoulders.I lowered my robe to reveal a robust set of tits, about 36Ds. I had a thin, flat stomach and a juicy, perky ass.After staring at my image for a few moments, I also realized that I looked young - even younger than Alyssa, who looked about.