"This is just the interview. Have a seat."She sat down on the couch. Betty Slate wore a little jean skirt with no panties and right now her legs were ...ide open. Pete could see her bald pussy. He snapped a photo of the id in case the cops came knocking. Then he turned his eyes on little Betty. He sat down with her on the couch and put a hand on her soft thigh. She smelled like a patch of strawberries."How many times have you had sex before sweetie?" Just three times" Betty said.She dropped her. “No!” she snapped nervously making me a little suspicious.“I left my car at the bar. I can’t go home without it." Reggie spoke for her.“Alright, then he can stay here on the couch for tonight,” I said.“Thanks, man,” Reggie said smiling.“Go on upstairs Hun, and I’ll be up in a little while,” my wife added.“Why, it’s already two in the morning. What are you doing?” I questioned.“I’m going to stay down here for a while and keep Reggie company,” she replied.“What?” I scoffed.“Well, he has never. They turned right for no particular reason. After long minutes of walking, they came to a door on their right. It gave way easily when Vincent tried to open it.It was another dormitory, and it also looked as if the inhabitant had left with the intention of returning since everything seemed to be tidy. The few beds he could see through the open partitions were neatly made.The next two doors they tried also led to dormitories. After that, the corridor went on for a long stretch, and then it. “Good boy sunder . Bahut achaye . Meri pyari randi , choos is Lund ko ! Choos! ”Sunder looked up to me . His eyes seemed to say . Please please fuck me please . Just ram it in . I smiled down at him and said , “on the bed , get ready to be hammered . ““Sundari teri gaand choodnaye waali hai ab .Dard bhi ho gaa. . Par teri chudai nahi rukaye gi .”With that I flipped him over ! Sunder was from Nepal, his complexion fair, his body devoid of hair! His ass was round and fairer than the rest of his.