She was 5’9 in height, fair complexion, dark red lips which were very peculiar, long neck, medium sized boobs, flat tummy, with a deep belly button ...and the best part of her body was her ass, perfectly streamlined and maintained.In a single line, she was like a taller version of Ileana D’Cruz. She was very simple but no man on this earth would miss an opportunity to physically date her and get some pleasure. May be, I was lucky enough to get this chance.Babitha: what are you thinking? Don’t you. Then the sense of being on that surreal roof faded.The rows of fluorescent night lights were on. The place was quiet andstill. I was sweating and breathing heavily with excitement. I wasreally excited. And it felt really, really different. It's hard toexplain but it was confusing as hell. Worst of all there was somethingbetween my legs, something sticky.Oh God! I berated myself as I panted with what I can only describe asarousal. My hands were between my legs. But there was nothing elsethere.. The first one stepped up behind me. I first felt his hand on my hip, then it was his cock head touching my asshole. I closed my eyes. I remembered Mrs. Baldwin, though it was much thinner. I remembered inserting the increasing butt plugs in preparation. I took a deep breath and exhaled. Then smaller, steady breaths that actually relaxed me. My focus was on breathing, relaxing. I felt him press against my tight opening and I pressed the muscles outward to open it. I gasped when the cock began. She looked crazed. Even when we fought back at the hotel room, she didn't look this insane. What was wrong with her? Why had she driven up here to begin with. Just an hour ago we were fighting back in that motel room. Why couldn't she just understand that I loved Mark not her."You have to leave, Alice," I yelled back. I was starting to regret telling Alice that she could ignore my commands."Alice," Mark said calmly as he stepped up beside me. Alice's hands moved, blurring as she reaching into.