Me: I want more.,Aunty : what you want more honey…?Me : kissesAunty : you naughty…. Umaa umaa umaa …. Satisfied…?Me : no…Aunty : ummaa ummaa...ummaa ummaa ummaa ummaaMe : want moreeeAunty: ummaa ummaa ummaa ummaa ummaa ummaa ummaa ummaa ummaa ummaa ummaaI gave her too kisses. ..And got back again… Our conversation was filled with only kisses… Whenever I saw her in fb I typed a kiss and always got back the same… But there was nothing more than kisses…One day I quarreled with my mom for something. Eventually she was so out of breath she could barely speak enough to command me to stop. I looked at my Mistress with my face glistening with her pussy juice to see her eyes, they were not quite there it was like her mind just couldn’t handle the pure bliss and just vacated her body.After a moment still not able to speak my Mistress waved for me to come to her, I slid myself next to her and we lay there for a moment looking in to each others eyes when finally my Mistress leaned over and licked. He ran his fingers through her hair.New Garden Crescent was an upmarket place a row of Victorian villas. Thetaxi pulled up outside one of the houses they got out of the taxi theywere still locked together in a kiss. She shoved some bills to the driverand they walked up the path to the front door, she fumbled with her keysbefore she opened the front door and they moved into the house.They moved up to the bedroom where she started to unzip his dress, it felloff his body and onto the floor he. In that hostel I met a girl Fatima (obviously name changed). And we became close friends, the other girls would be so jealous of us and even try to break our friendship.Ok, now that I have given you the introduction of my friendship with Fatima. Let me continue with the things I experienced with her. We were roommates and we loved each other’s company. Every night before sleeping we kissed on each other’s lips, not a smooch but a peck. One special night Fatima came to my bed where I was.