” She laughed, her voice had turned all girlish and child like. “Wendy!” I exclaimed. I could have died from embarrassment, I knew my face was r...ed. “Please, Mrs. Smith, make Brian ask me out.” She giggled. “ohhh God…” I moaned. I just knew that I had a big “Just been Fucking” sign on my face. Mom looked at us kind of funny, shook her head. “Brian, be nice to Wendy. Besides, when was the last time you went on a date? It would do you good to help her out. First time dating is always stressful for. I run my finger between my skin and the elastic of my cotton panties without even noticing. Comfort. Glass of wine in hand, I walk back into the bedroom. I catch myself in a mirror and stop to take a peek. I love the way I look in this light, barefoot and wearing nothing but my favorite blue checkered print cotton panties, holding a glass of wine. My hair falls out of a loose ponytail and my breasts, covered in gooseflesh, give my silhouette an hourglass shape. I run my hand over my body one. I give my cock a quick stroke and two more jizz bullets spew forth up her body to her tits, one right between them, and the other splashing the underside of her left breast. I point my cock upward slightly and another gush of cum squirts in the air like a fountain, splattering her wet skin. I slowly stroke my hand up and down my cock. My loins keep contracting rhythmically and yet more cum drains from my balls and dribbles into the puddle on her tummy. At last I’ve emptied myself completely.. Next Monday at 4 sharp I was standing outside that shop with a red rose in my hand. There was no woman in sight till 4.15. Then I saw a taxi stopping and out stepped the most glamorous woman I had ever seen. Sunita was ravishing to look at. Every part of her body was asking tobe touched…to be caressed…to be loved. She was wearing a light pink saree and her blouse was the same colourand without any sleeves. I could see her breasts clearly outlined under the blouse…they stood out proudly under.