My hand slowly inching toward Michael, one inch. Another and then freezing. Spreading my little finger out to feel for his warmth, nothing. Another in...ch, still nothing. Another and still nothing. I caressed my clit again and again a quiver rolled through my body causing me to tense. I let out a silent breath. I quickly rolled onto my side and closed the distance between us. I pressed my back against his chest and pulled his arm underneath my head and froze. Would he respond? Would he just fall. Hassan: "Hey guy, I'm kinda new here and I really don't know anyone. I liked your profile, so if you want to go for a friendly coffee please let me know."I answered the message and have given him my number for Whatsapp. "Damn, why did I do that" - I've asked myself as I was actually drooling over his profile pics. I didn't know if Hassan is really that hot or if the entire attraction towards him was a result of me being totally obsessed with Arab and/or Muslim guys.*cling*Unknown number: "Hey. I could see that he saw my tits when I bend to serve & my tits are still somewhat visible as clothes were somewhat transparent & they are poking out too. I could clearly see the wild animals in his eyes about to pounce on me. I finished with my coffee & left the hall to go in the bedroom to wear a Bra & Dupatta. When I went inside & turned to lock the door I saw Vasant just in front of me.He asked me, “Shruti, I want to make love with you, I promise to fuck you hard & make you crazy”. Hearing. Ten minutes later Cecilia came back to scene. I could not believe my eyes; she was wearing just a transparent black night gown and high heels. Her trimmed hair pussy and her hard beautiful nipples could be seen through the silky fabric. She was amazing; I could feel my pussy was going wet.Victor dropped his jaw when he saw her; he woke up from the sofa, not taking his eyes from her body“What would my good old friend Peter if he could see you now, Cecilia?” he asked in a low voice.“Your good old.