Like today, his thoughts about blood and the scent of a woman. For as long as Peter can remember, he has been fascinated with the workings of female g...ntalia. Add to that an almost gothic obsession with the colour red and the taste of blood. Please don't wrongly mistake Peter: he is very sane, very respectful of women. Many would call him a male feminist. He is polite in conversation, never without a witty saying, and verbose in action; he doesn't treat his female counterparts like slaves, nor. With the pallu of her saree always on one side, her cleavage was always visible and it really turned me on so many times. I have masturbated thinking about her so many times, and still do. Any way, as she was supposed to cook and do all the house work, she used to come to our place by 6.30 in the morning, as I had to leave for college by 9.00 AM. A few days had passed by and I was thinking how to get this lady to bed. As usual, my masturbation continued in the bathroom, while she did the house. I was a bit confused until I finally realized what was going on. Subtly reaching my hand over between Michaela’s legs, I was surprised to find Deanna’s hand had already beat me there, and her hand wasn’t just sitting there… I moved my hand over Michaela’s bikini to find that Deanna’s hand was beneath it. I also slid my hand underneath and placed it over hers, now able to feel the motion of her fingers sliding into my girlfriend’s pussy. I looked at Deanna to see a smile on her face and the. It felt so good. We kissed again and I guided her hand to my breast. Gently, she massaged me and my nipple hardened under her touch. She pushed the cup up and bent her head to suck my engorged nipple sending waves of pleasure through me and down deep inside and I placed my hand on the back of her head, feeling the luxurious texture of her long, brown hair between my fingers. With her free hand, Sam reached behind me and released my bra. I let my arms fall downwards allowing it fall to the.