I originally wanted to make the heroine’s name Sweta as well – but changed my mind to use the one girl’s name I dreamed/fantasised all through m...y college years – Lalitha. Ah, the name brings back so many wonderful memories. La-Li-Tha. Even the name has such seductive lint in it that I feel jolts of electricity through my body just by that sound. She was the girl I had in my mind (usually having sex, of course) almost every time I felt the urge to masturbate. Most of my college years, it was. My tongue enters you, rigid, hard, pointed like a small penis. I want to lick as deep as possible… I am greeted with a fresh new flood of wetness, God you are so divine. I wish you knew how much I love the way you taste. I keep whispering gentle loving thoughts to you, I want you to be relaxed, to let it happen and let it go. My face is smeared with your arousal, my tongue eager to please you… I slide my tongue back to your clit, and introduce two fingers into your pussy. Crooking them. You are avery brave and beautiful young lady. Thank you for your time. By the way,do you know anyone else that I could talk to about her? Does she have anyfamily living nearby?" "Her parents died a couple of years ago. She has a brother livingnearby. I know that. He is the one who came to pick up her stuff after allthis happened." "Do you have an address, maybe a phone number where I might reach him?" "Sure, he left me his phone number just in case I should find anymore ofher stuff." She opened. And it felt good to his mouth, to have a nice thick cock filling it up. Harl began to rock his hips, so that he was moving his cock in and out of his own mouth. He could taste his precum mixing with his saliva, and it was very slippery on his dick. The pleasure was so fine, he just kept slowly rocking and fucking his mouth. As he did this, he could see his balls above his face, and reached for them with his hand. A shock of pleasure went through him when he touched the hair on his.