I looked at her ass as she passed me and trust me those huge Bengali ass is worth tapping the whole night.She stood there in her red top which was dee...p neck but was a tight fit so was complimenting her humongous tits. Her cleavage was very apparent and was in a real sense the happy valley. Her blue denim skirt was doing its wonders as it gave her butt the proper latina bubble butt shape.I just stood there admiring the creation of god. I mean god really took his time making her especially those. The only consolation was that Chris enjoyed an extremely short “refractory period”. Chris was already to go again less than a few minutes after he came. His personal record was three orgasms (all of potent quantity…) in less than forty-five minutes. And tired as he was on that particular occasion, he then came two more times in an hour and a half! He was a “cum machine”, churning out ball batter like nobody’s business. If he had it his way, an orgasm would last at least five or ten minutes. Her clothes fit her body perfectly. The 100% cotton held her curves and sweetly hugged her skin. Her perfume left a trail from my arm, where she brushed by me, to behind the book shelves and past old magazine racks. I stood there in a daze, imagining an apology. How she could have turned to look at me, her perfect eye brows arched upwards in surprise, her pouting full lips slowly letting out an excited “I’m sorry.” All of that just before her hand landed on my arm. I imagined the way I would. You wanted to, but you didn't. Or at least I wanted to.I couldn't count the number of times I'd had the urge put my hands on a stranger in the shower. I'd settle just for washing a back here or there, massaging cheap blue soap into the channels between ridged muscles, but what I really wanted was the freedom to admire with my hands all the hard and soft and hidden things men revealed as they washed away the smell of their exertions. I wanted to run my hand down a lean stomach as the guy next to.