"Hi..." she said and her jaw dropped as I disappeared up the hall.After last night, I was glad that she had come round, although I was equally worried...about what to tell her of the events of last evening."Hey! Don't walk away like that..." Once again, she was rubbing me up the wrong way and without thinking, I turned to face her, my shiner becoming all too obvious and had it not been bolted on, her dropping jaw may well have damaged the flooring."What the fuck... ?" she began."Sit down. She had flawless tanned skin and her silky raven hair fell just inches past her buttocks, which she always kept pinned back in a bun. Her bosom was very full and her bra size was a 36D3, which was successfully kept hidden underneath her shirts. She had an equally mouthwatering backside, and her pants never failed to accentuate her round hips. Marci’s girlfriend Lily was the picture perfect live example of the “American Daughter”. She was a very cute and petite girl who had strawberry blonde. "I'm very happy that you enjoyed it."Whatever the dessert might have been, it didn't get served at that moment. I helped Ali clear the dishes and together we washed and dried the items that didn't go into the dishwasher. It was a domestic scene that was common to me, but apparently not to Ali. When the last pot was dried and put away, I got a very fine thank you from Ali in the form of a kiss."You are so different from Pete that it's not fair to compare you. You're not just putting on an act to. I was kneading her boobs and she was gasping. For breath. For more.I pulled down her pallu and she herself quickly removed the blouse hooks. The bra just looked like a dud soldier guarding ample treasures. It was in its rightful place in a flash, on the floor. Gayatri was standing in front of me with just her petticoat. I was kissing her nipples, tasting them. Her moans became louder and louder. I turned her around and was licking her back. I traced my tongue from her neck and lined the spinal.