She had long black hair, and deep green eyes. Standing there, sweaty, wearing her tiny white tank top and tight black mini yoga shorts, she looked bea...tiful. Katie had never talked to Tasha much, but she knew her. Tasha was always really nice to everyone. Whats wrong? she asked as she pulled off her shirt. Suddenly, Katie had to look away. She didnt want to admit to herself that she was checking out another girl. Tasha peeled her tight shorts off and stood there in only her tiny blue g-string.. ...VANESSA!!!! She calls my name looking at me.‘hi’ is like all I can say forgetting what on earth did I came in here for. Not going to lie sometimes I go in there just to see her for a split second. I some what have developed one of those very very c***dish middle school crushes on her. Everytime she sees me or looks my way or I run into her I start turning all shades of red. I turn all kinds of red because my mind starts thinking of 10,000 ways to fuck her. ( this is 100% true lately I have. I wrapped my hands around his cock as he did so, using the spit that soaked it to lubricate my hand as I worked up and down his shaft. He sat back and removed my thong, suddenly decisive and I stood, spreading my legs and grabbing him by his hair again. For as tall as he was, he stooped obediently as I shoved him toward my crotch, his mouth already open as I ground against his face. I let out a long sigh as he worked, feeling him warm up the girl’s body as I felt myself grow wetter from his. I did what was asked and came near her. My hand started folding her face slowly and I could see her body temperature increasing.I removed my t-shirt; her left hand was touching my right thigh. I continued for about 30 seconds or so and then untied her hair and after that, I slowly removed her sari completely; she was in blouse and petticoat only.We were sitting in front of each other without saying anything. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and tried to unhook her bra, but was unsuccessful. She.