You almost tore me open. I am sore down there. I did not what to say as we both fell asleep. I had Kanti wrapped in my arms as we fell asleep. In the ...orning we would leave and drive back. I dropped off Kanti and then I drove home. During the next few months we would have sex but she would not let me fuck her any more. Just finger play and oral sex. I would be at her apartment or she would be at my apartment. She loved the way I treated her and really loved the I made her pussy feel. Like I. First, she lifted her nightie up only up to her right knee. I noticed that there was no hair on her leg and the skin was very smooth and of fair complexion. She then looked at my eyes. I told her to lift the nightie little more until the middle part of her thigh, the spot she pointed earlier. She slowly lifted her nightie further up. Her plumb thigh flesh was now exposed. I put my hand over her thigh to check whether there is any wound or scratch over there. As I touched her thigh, she shivered. She had met some interesting women and a lot of sad dolts, mostly male. The work had become a bore. She decided to go to college and dug out her cobbled-up high school transcript, that she had paid for with a blow-job, and had some copies made. She created several letters from fictitious teachers that praised her as a dutiful student and included an unglamorous headshot in each admission request form. She applied to five small colleges in the Northeast and mid-Atlantic. Three schools granted. Honey sat me on the pillows against the headboard, then moved between my legs and played with me, just like she had done, she was so gentle, she opened my lips, being very careful around my hymen, we each tasted, and smelt, her fingers.next she came right up to me and kissed me, not a peck, but a passionate, sexual kiss that lasted, she felt my titties, and i felt hers, her tongue, was large or so i thought. she licked and nuzzled my aching tits, then licked her way down to my vulva, her.