“What are the three rules for a Miles High Slut?” she demanded. I groaned. “A Miles High Slut must always be ready and willing,” I told her, m...y breath shaking when her fingers wrapped around my ankles and pushed my legs up and back. She was folding me in half, grinning wickedly. “And?” The tip of the rubber cock, a huge, glistening, blue rod with ridges over its whole length and which had one end firmly lodged in her pussy, pressed against my ass once more. “A Miles High Slut has to do. “We’re still on for tonite are’nt we..?” “of course..I would’nt give up a drink with you..”She started blushing a little, her cheeks becoming red, she looked better today than the day before. She was wearing, black skirt, slit up the back a grey blouse that fit her snugly, black stockings and heels. I drank in her beauty, as she left th e room.After everyone had left, I went back to check on Stephanie, she was busy punching away at the computer, as I entered. I snuck up behind her, trying not. P. Mein rehta hun. Ye kahani karib 4 mahini purani hai. Mere ghar ke pados mein ek uncle akele rehte the, umar hogi koi 35-36. Unki wife ka accident ho gya tha or wo mar gyi thi par unka ek 4 saal ka beta tha. Karib 1.5 saal pehle ki baat hain wo dusri shaadi karke ek nyi aunty ko le aaye. Sach bataaon dosto pehle din se hi mein uska deewana ho gya. Kya rang tha! Puri gori. Figure 38-30-40(baad mein pata chala). Uske bade bade chuche aur gaand dekhkar mera lund khada ho gya. Mujhe shaant hone. "She slowly started smiling. "It seems we are..." She wiggled her toes. "Maybe... We could help each other out...?"I smiled myself. "Sounds like a plan." I had no idea what was happening. In the span of less than five minutes, we went from an innocent game of truth or dare to preparation of sex. I wasn't complaining though. "But, first... Truth." I said.She laughed, as she slipped off her shorts and shirt, revealing her bright pink panties and flat stomach. I lusted over her body as she thought.