My seventeenth birthday was today, on a Monday. My brother and I were out of school because of a holiday, but my parents still had to go to work. My b...rother and I were left alone in the house. When I woke up, I thought of James and wondered how big his dick was. It turned me on to guess how long and thick his dick was. My pussy started to moisten, and I couldn’t help but fondle my pussy. I slipped my fingers through the covers of my clitoris and found mine to be swollen with lust. I brushed my. ‘Bite me.’ She retorts. ‘Do you have anything to say today?’ I raise my eyebrow. ‘Happy birthday bitch.’ She pulls me into a hug, ‘How dare you turn eighteen before I do!’ We walk down the hall laughing, and being idiots, in general. The next class is math, and boy, do eighty minutes go by fast when you’re not paying attention. But something’s different today, or is it someone? I feel eyes on me. I look around in front of me, everyone is looking at the teacher. I look at Amaya, or is that. And so I opened the window and climbed out onto the window cleaners’ balcony to see if anyone on this floor would let me in. Some rooms were just for storing furniture, others had plastic film covering the windows. All the rooms that served as actual offices were empty and I didn’t want to cross over to the other side, because there I could be seen from the street. As I couldn’t find another way into the building, I climbed back in and sat down again. The interviewer looked very agitated when. She also stepped out of her lace panties and the sight of the thick black bush between her white massive thighs was enough to cause my cock to stand up fully, quivering with lust. Bindu Didi invitingly took one of her breasts in her palm and held it up to me as an offering, while her other hand crept between her legs and disappeared inside the dark lush jungle there. Her hand moved up and down in a rhythm and she started moaning. I pulled her to me and fastened my mouth on a fat leathery.