Lae liya bs fir mai sham ko call kr deta or koi jhoot k plan bta deta or bich bich me flirting krta rhta frr ik din maine non veg msg bhejne shuru kiy...e aur usne mind naa kiya , fir maine moka dkh k purpse tika diya kaha k ye sab bhana hai mai apko like krta hu aap mujhe bht sunder lgti hoo to phle gusse me boli kya fr khti k koi nhi maine bhi isiliye tumhe no diya hai frr hum baat krne lge frr ik raat mai use milne gya vaise ee orr wo night suit me thi maine use kaha ki kiya hua mujhe kio. She either wore tight shirts or low cut shirts. She wore her blouses barely buttoned. she loved showing off her tits. She knew men loved to suck them as her dad had been sucking on them for many years. She never wore a bra at home so daddy could play with her huge mounds. He would run his hands under her shirt and massage her tits then twist and pull the nipples before he would lift her shirt and start to suck them.Last night he stood her naked in front of the mirror as he got behind her and. Oh what a lovely juicy scandal it was turning out to be. Arriving at her home, she surprised me by an invitation to go inside to continue our chat over a drink. Alas, I had to decline as the taxi had to be returned to the depot for the night driver to take over. On a brighter note, she lived within two minutes of the drop off and in fact a mere five minutes from my parents’ place, where I still lived. (Students suffer in silence while accepting the largesse supplied by said parents) ‘No. Maybe it was my somewhat altered state, or maybe it was the naked girl I had come to fantasize about calling out to me, still prancing some twenty yards ahead in the moonlight.I sat there a long time, so long that when I finally decided to find Laurie, she had disappeared. I walked the twenty yards, searched up and down the deserted beach, and was almost ready to give up when she appeared out of nowhere and grabbed me from behind."Gottcha!"We did get to use that blanket. I remember her.