One day Neha called me late in the night chatted for sometime. Our conversation revolved around the girl of my dream. She asked me loads of question r...egarding what kind of girl I would like to live my life. What do you like most in a girl, etc. That day after talking to her I kept on thinking of the answers to her questions and at last my mind could only reveal that my girlfriend should be someone like Neha. Soon, we were talking to each other daily in the late night hours. The intimacy of our. “You’re homesick,” I realised. They’d mentioned that in teacher training.“I think Sofia is,” she claimed. “That’s, you know...”“ ... part of it,” I smiled. Probably they both were. “That’s natural. Go and get her and we can talk about it. Are the others okay?”“I think so, they’ve gone to sleep anyway.”A couple of minutes later the two of them were in my room. Evelyn was looking tiny but with a purpose, while Sofia was a lightly built, a girl-sized five-five or so, looking forlorn. I’d put my. Her hand were on them but I managed to reach her breasts. Then I cupped them lightly. there was no reaction from her. So I grew a bit more bolder and started to press it harder. They were very soft. Suddenly her moans stopped so I swiftly took my hands back and laid still. She was now facing me. I managed to open her nightie’s zip. I could see her cleavage. I now gathered some courage and took her breast out and touched and felt them. I just placed a kiss on them.Now I was turned into a monster. Her laugh got throatier with every sip of wine she took.Then her lips were on mine, followed by her tongue.The ride on the elevator didn't interrupt our foreplay. Her tits were small and delicious. I had imagined them exactly like that, before taking them out of the top of her dress. Her mouth sunk over my cock before I even closed the door to my room. I lifted her face off of it to prevent my coming — which would have been much too soon.Carrying her glowing body to my bed was another step up.