I sat down on the couch, she sat down opposite me and we kept talking. I could not take my eyes of her for some reason. I don't know if it was the rom...antic weather or the way she had d****d her sari but whatever it was it sure was giving me a hard on. We had been neighbors for over a year but this was the first time we were having such a long conversation in fact earlier we had just exchanged pleasantries. We joked and we laughed. Every time she laughed I could see her breasts heave. Her sari. “Do you want the big reveal of your surprise already?” I asked you, somewhat taken aback. “No, I’m enjoying this mystery you have for me,” you mumbled as you took Jordan’s cock again. In the sunlight your saliva was coating his manhood and glistening on your chin. It was a near picture perfect moment! Unfortunately for your mystery, the blindfold started to loosen. You were sucking Jordan so quickly that there was no time to refasten it. Before we knew it had slipped off your face and was. I worked a part-time job as I tried to figure out my life. My parents did not have money to send me to college like so many of the rich kids I went to high school with. Weekends were just times to hang with friends.I was as flat-chested as could be back then. I was five feet two inches and barely one hundred pounds. I was a cheerleader in high school. Always the one at the top of the pyramid. I had long brown wavy hair; sort of the style at the time. I had a slim waist and a small firm butt.. After a minute, Gazza knocked again. He heard a faint sound and frowned. He then called out, “Mr Carson? Are you alright?”After a short wait, Bette said, “Open the door, Gazza.”“Mr Carson, we are coming in,” Gazza yelled out as he tapped the lock with his new wand. He pulled the door open and called out again. “Mr Carson, where are you? Are you hurt?” This time the moan was audible and Gazza hurried in. There was no one in the lounge room, so he kept going.“Mr Carson?” he called again. He.