“Well my sexy Indian beauty,” Susan chuckled, “as the weather is still too bad for you to walk we’ve arranged some additional entertainment fo... you, and even better we get paid for allowing someone to use you.”Isi was still feeling groggy and wasn’t really taking in anything that was being said to her, “I’m thirsty,” she moaned. Susan looked at John, “she’s just in time for a drink too,” she said to the man who had so cruelly forced himself into the young Indian lady’s mouth and cunt only a few. The girl? The girl. And what a girl she is. This is someone I don’t think I could ever get bored of, someone with so much depth and complexity that she will constantly intrigue me. Every conversation is a new revelation on her depth, every spoken word one more light into her ever-more fascinating mind. We pulled up to her house about 10:30, though we felt rather than said that she wouldn’t be going in right away. With the windows rolled down, we talked. And talked. And talked. We talked for. Brad and I had a very active sex life. My parents didn't know he was living with me at my college apartment. My previous roomie had moved in with her boyfriend and I couldn't pay the entire rent all by myself. Brad and I had been dating for about 6 weeks and he offered to move in and share the expenses. How nice, share the rent and share each others bodies. Every morning we'd shower together. Caressing each other, in a mutual masturbation under the cascading hot water. Not really fucking, but. He deeply kissed my lips as his fingers explored my soft skin. He moved lower to my neck, kissing and softly sucking me there. Slowly, he unlaced the front of my bustier. His fingers felt the soft, full roundness of my breasts and then replaced his fingers with his mouth. I let out a sigh as he moved his lips down to my stomach. His hands were going up and down my hips, thighs, and legs. He unhooked the garters, carefully removed my stockings, and lifted the garter skirt from my waist. I felt.