‘I said, I don’t think it’s him.’ Cale exploded. ‘Why the hell not?’ I thought about it a moment. It was just a feeling I had. I search...ed for a way to put it into words, come up with some explanation he would understand. I cocked my head to the side. ‘He’s too much of a coward.’ I shrugged my shoulders. Just articulating things was making me feel like I had some semblance of control. Sure, it was illusory, but there you have it. Unfortunately, my keen reasoning abilities were not having. Then days went past, we actually have balconies facing each other. I knew the times when she would dry her clothes .Because she used to wear those low cut blouses. God her boobs were giggling without her dupatta. She once looked at me thinking I am doing something wrong , but I acted and I gave her a warm smile. She smiled back and went back. My grandfather had passed away 2 weeks later, I went and came back the next day but others stayed back in hyderabad. So I was alone, she rang the doorbell. I rose and pulled her to the very edge of the bed, keening her mound with my rough hands and welcoming touching in fast repeated motion, she moved from side to side and squirmed for release I had no emotion to give as I wanted this yellow skin in my hands as though it where a drug, so with every pull of my tongue I was getting higher and higher.My God she was so sweet and body so warm from the hot bath, I nuzzled in and kept my face strong in place as her breath was escaping her time and again.. I love doing absolutely filthy things to myself without getting noticed or caught. It all started in my late teen years and I've been the same ever since, although you would have no idea unless you really know me. I have a lot of dirty fetishes but I try to keep them to myself. It's a lot more fun that way: keeping them secret makes them far more erotic and intense. I masturbate almost daily and have done I've since I was 16. When you get right down to it, I'm a dirty girl - and I love being.