I met him after class embarrassed and scared of what he was going to say. "come here." he said sternly. his voice already had me hot despite my fear. ...e did what i had least expected him to do. he grabbed onto my shirt and with one hard tug pulled me onto his lap. "what are you doing?" i gasped wanting nothing more than to have him pound my ass as hard as he could. "I don't know, you can't remember any of your sketches?" it clicked that i had been on his lap with my cock bulging out at him in. One day , she sent me a sexy pic of her wearing the shortest shorts on this earth and a small t shirt exposing her navel with a caption “happy birthday – keep staring at my navel like you did before”. I was surprised and erected at the same time. I never knew where this infatuation turned attraction turned relationship is heading.In 2013 i went to Germany just 3 months before my sister’s wedding and dint chat with her for those 3 months .In 2014:Delhi(at my sister’s wedding)I came to my sisters. ..............I’d seen her several times in a bar in Soho. She was always with girlfriends; six or seven of them. This idyllic siren was unbelievably gorgeous and I desperately wanted her – the perfect femme fatale. Just like her friends she chatted to guys but unlike her friends she never got off with anyone. It appeared from her actions and vocabulary that she was a touch common. But she absolutely intrigued me; I loved the way she smiled and her body was utterly adorable. She was early. Cocaine was still his favourite, he thought as he hurried back to his room. Aida heaved a sigh of relief, glad to be away from the pair and made a mental note not to be alone with Roderick anymore. He gives her the creeps and she does not want anymore trouble either. She went back to her room and decided to call Greg up for a chat. ‘Greg? Hi it’s me, Aida,’ she said. ‘Hey girl, how are you? Is everything ok? Settling in yet?’ said Greg from the other end of the phone. ‘Not really, I miss you.