It was at this fraternity house where I met many interesting people, most of whom were Jewish or New England natives. Given my high fluting frat boy ...tatus, I was afforded plentiful opportunities to interact with some of the finest sluts that an Ivy League educational experience can provide. The night that I met Amaya began like most other weekends at the fraternity. There was a party at my house, as was commonplace throughout the strenuous semester, and I was enjoying the music. We had good chat there, by now it was 12 and we were deciding what to do next as nobody was in the mood to go home. They were actually staying in a hotel there while I & my friend had a flat here in Bangalore.We left the pub and madam was now in the mood of eating ice cream, so now we go to ice-cream parlour.. ok now that she is done with ice cream we again decide what to do next. I had already fallen for her and now I bring in my suggestion since nobody wanted to go sleep I suggested we all. My hands moved under her mini-skirt and I rubbed her ass. I probed her hole with my finger and she moaned. I dropped to my knees, pulled her skirt down and was stunned at the strain her cock was putting on her panties. I pulled them down and the most amazingly beautiful cock stared at my face. I immediately devoured it, swallowing the head and shaft. I pulled back and ran my tongue up and down her shaft as I held it vertically against her stomach. I ran my tongue around her shaved sack as she. She was developing a real affection for him as she began to see his better qualities as his grief faded. She, too, was feeling less pressures from the tragic loss of her brother and was beginning to think of other things besides revenge. Both people had advanced far enough to realize that there was more to life than just killing Comanches, though they still delighted in taking the opportunity to do so.They resumed their patrol around the county, but there just were not as many Comanches in the.