I took my finger out of my ass, the soap still stung in my ass. I rubbed soap onto both my middle and my index fingers this time. Both finger slid in ...o easily, but I felt so full. I kept gently pumping my fingers in and out of my asshole, in and out, in and out. I barely had to move to experience to most pleasant sensation I had ever felt. At one point I decided to get down on my hands and knees to give myself a better angle. From here, I could push my fingers in further. I kept finger-fucking. Usually he was drunk, and I took his advances in stride, with a casual lack of interest.One night something happened that changed everything between us. I'm still not sure what it was. It could have been the beer or just the mood I was in, or something he said. In any case I looked into Dave's eyes as he pumped the keg for me and I poured myself another beverage. That was the moment I knew I saw something in Dave I had never noticed before. A sparkle, a look in his eyes that seemed to suck. By the time two weeks had passed, there was no word of Penelope telling anyone. I got the sense that she felt just as naughty and culpable as I was which made me certain she would not tell anyone for fear of being reprimanded or branded as a slut, even though I was the one who corrupted her. Despite this sense of security, I held onto my commitment to never let it happen again. However, whenever I masturbated, I couldn't help but to think it was Penny's tiny hands wrapped around my dick while. Her stats were 34-30-34, with long hairs, pointed nose, rosy cheeks, long neck and wide hips. She was a good-looking Bengali girl. I waved at her and rang her cell phone. She saw me and waved back. As per our plan we both went to family Bar and Restaurant took a private corner.We were excited like teenagers. We sat holding our hands together. I offered her drinks to loosen up which she agreed. I stroked her shoulder and then her neck. She closed her eyes as if trying to feel the emotions. She.