As we know, girls won’t show it on their face and she did the same.Slowly, lust in me started developing for her. One fine day, I got her profile on... the Facebook and sent her a friend request. She accepted the request. As I was the CR of the class, I got busy holding the responsibilities of the class and my concentration shifted to from other girls too. It is a different story, I had many girls in my college as I was active in the extracurricular activities.Coming back to our story, later on. And it was Kirsten. As always. Who was the first to pull off her tanktop and let her boobs out into the summer sun, even as it fell beneath the horizon. Kirsten gave a whoop as her round breasts, with their puffy nipples and its satisfying orbs came loose and swayed freely with her body as she swayed freely in the beat. She could see Paul's stare. And she laughed. Paul was so fucking uptight. What did it fucking matter what he fucking thought? She was up for it, whatever he fucking was. Through. When she got there, nobody as expected was in, so she raced upstairs, deposited her school bag and blazer on the bed, and locked herself in the bathroom. Her immediate intention was to wash her breasts and her pussy, in fact everywhere they had touched or invaded her body but once stripped completely she looked at herself in the mirror....apart from a few red areas, scratches and the like, there was no evidence of her being attacked...apart from her pussy which was moist and practically. Jasmine’s body felt like a playground to me. There were all these interesting nooks, crannies, canyons, caves, mountains, hills, and ski runs to enjoy, along with a hundred taste sensations. Of course, she was finding nearly as many interesting things on my body to my surprise. Again, I felt like I’d spontaneously combust because of what she did to me.Jasmine had me harder than a rock the whole time, and I was in and out of each of her holes as we played. This wasn’t fucking at all; it was.