I began kissing from boobs and went down, almost till the vagina but stopped there! Then I would kiss her on her inner thighs and again skipped the va...gina! This made this married woman so hot and horny. She was dripping wet at the end of this.” By This story describes my experience with the young beautiful daughter of my friend whom I screw after getting her drunk. I make this hot girl my sex toy.“My friend’s daughter went inside and changed and came back. She was looking like a sex goddess. We stood up and started walking towards India Gate.I tried to keep the hot look but as we were walking on the street again the awkward stares were making me insecure so I put on the blazer. As we reached India Gate we had ice cream and left to Preet Vihar in an auto. This time we weren’t lucky enough to get an auto rickshaw with curtains and it was disappointing. We just talked casually and caressed each other a little. As we reached the Preet Vihar we got into Mc Donald’s and had some burgers.. Not a good option. It was unlooked for, but it felt good to say some of this out loud. “But we went a bit fast. That is, I mean - I went too fast...”“Huh, it’s always the quiet ones you have to watch out for isn’t it.” Karla said, almost to herself in a musing tone.“Sorry?”“Never mind.” She said hurriedly. Jason could have sworn she blushed a little. Her porcelain skin coloured the faintest tint of rose. “Anyway, do you want my advice?”“Sure.” He said neutrally.“Don’t try and be logical - even. “Just not tonight.”“During the week, then?”“Maybe. I need to look at my calendar.”“I’d give you a call if I knew your number.”“I don’t have a phone. Only at the lab.”“You don’t have a cell?”“I do.” She turned to the cash register and pressed a button to spool out a length of register tape. She tore it off, jotted down a number and handed it to me. “I have your number from your card.”“Right. What hours do you work at your lab?”“Eight to four-thirty. Give me a call after six, tomorrow. We can.