I studied her as she finally looked at me. A moment seemed to stretch into eternity. God she was beautiful. Her eyes were a deep blue although a bit r...d around the edges from crying. Her face was almost childlike, with a pixie nose and smooth skin that was unblemished from the ravages of excess hormones and yet you could see a hint of the woman to come in her full pouting lips and long eyelashes.I moved her by her arms back into the chair she had left. Then again I asked her for the CD. She. Returning to my station, taking a moment to rest, maybe enjoy a cold O. J… watching the crowd… waiting. Then the door opens, and the room cries out for my baby. Sauntering in, men and women flock to her side, wanting desperately to run over myself, knowing that I can’t, only allowed a simple greeting. But we both exchange a knowing glance, one of longing, of desire. Effortlessly mixing her favorite drink, feeling her hand touch mine as I serve it to her. I try to conceal my blush, but she can. Now I had completed one of my dreams that are fucking kavita as I mentioned earlier I asked her for threesome and she had agreed to do it. Our fucking sessions continued on daily basis I used to log into some porn site just to get new Ideas but sex with kavita had left me wanting for more. Many a times it was impossible for us to have sex in our house that’s why I was getting desperate. Once or twice it occurred to me that I would secretly go to weekend with kavita somewhere and tell my folks. A satisfying answer. “Mark Bowler,” I gasped hurriedly. “Really?” Mandy lifted an eyebrow. I quickly nodded. Mark was one of the sports cracks of the school, and his body was all muscles, in a lean, athletic sort of way. “Are you really, really sure about your answer?” Mandy didn’t let go. “Of course I’m sure. Why are you asking?” She smiled sweetly at me, and then her hand dug under the blanket and pulled out a brown, rectangular item. I should have realised at this point that the evening had.