After few days she asked me to come to her house. I went. She called inside her bed room. She looks very gorgeous in that tight saree. She looked me i...n a very sexy manner in which I fell as a prey.She sat in right hand side and asked me whether I have sex with any girls. I said no. She said tht she is hot and want to have sex. I was surprised but I don’t want to miss chance. I said I waited for this chance for a long day. Then our war started in bed.She asked me to change the dress because it. Looking away, I lifted my cone and took another lick. I shrugged. "I don't think so."Now, more months later, after my relationship with mom had developed and become mature, my mother was telling me Betsy had left her husband and was coming to live with us for a few months. I had just arrived home from work. I was tired. I'd been thinking about getting a little when I got home. I was not at all thrilled about this development"How can we be together now?" I asked, a little louder than. She never had any close friends, at least not any that were girls, she got into fights, and didn't care about her grades, barely passing her classes. On a typical school day, she arrived on her bright red, Harley motorcycle, wearing a leather jacket, that always matched her choice of leather boots for the day, with skinny jeans, tucked away neatly into her boots. She wore her curly chestnut-brown long hair pulled back in a loose pony-tail, which she would let loose after taking off her helmet.. She lightly brushes my clit, electric shocks flood my body. Put your fingers in me I manage to say. Not yet, patience. Her tongue licks my neck, it moves down my back leaving a cold trail in its wake. She reaches the small of my back her hands running up and down the backs of my legs. I feel small bites on my ass, her hand now parts my cheeks, her tongue licking my crack. Turn around I move the 180 degrees, my pussy now staring at her. She strokes my abdomen then up to both breasts at the same.