I moved to the facebook tab, looking through the news feed. I was soo bored, scrolling over, I saw new picture being uploaded by Rashmi. Rashmi was a ...lassmate of mine at this Pune institute.She was looking sexy in the picture with bright yellow saree. I liked the picture and commented on it. Rashmi was 5’2 average body, flirtatious eyes with huge boobs and spectacular ass in the college. It reminded me of the way once we flirted around in college playing truth or dare. I wasn’t much interested. He ran his hands around my back and up my sides to hold one tit in each one. He took first one and then the other hardened nipple in his mouth. He bit down just a bit harder and made me moan.Then he raked his finger nails down my back.Suddenly he pushed me back off his lap and onto the couch. Then he knelt between my legs as he pulled off my skirt.He smiled when he saw my neatly trimmed mound…Soon he lowered his head and explored me with his tongue. I was wet and out of my mind with the need to. " I couldn't help myself...I laughed at that, too. "What about Jill?" I asked. Gloria told me she hadn't been out of the trunk in a few years...before that she actually tried a three-way with them, but is not attracted to women. "I only use her as a mannequin once in a while to try on new dresses or lingerie to see how they'll look on me," she said, figure I may as well get some use out of the bitch." I found myself getting aroused by this conversation, and said, "Why don't you show me how you. Sylvia lay on her side, pillows propped at her back. Pure white skin, in contrast with her rich green tunic, stretched the length of her body, and she matched the robe with the brilliant envy-green of her large eyes. Long brown hair tumbled in tresses, hiding the soft curve of her breast, but even that curtain couldn’t hide the vase-like shape of her form. She’d been told she was beautiful—oh yes—by the men (and women) of the court, perfume flowing from their soft skin as they spoke. Sylvia.