She turned around in her chair to glare at them. "What's it to you?" she demanded.Both of her friends instinctively raised their hands to shoulder hei...ght, palms facing her, like gunfighters backing away from the poker table in an old western movie."Nothing, Sammy. You just seem a little, uh, preoccupied," said Bobby.Sammy's expression softened. "Yeah I guess you're right. I don't know how to do this."Julie looked at the books on the table in front of Sammy. "Which class are you talking about?". A couple of floors below me, right at the near end of the opposite wing, movement drew my eye. A girl, hair wet, in a bathrobe, had just come to sit on the edge of her bed. She seemed bored as well, just looking at the city, as I was. Doing her hair up in a towel to dry, fresh from the shower.I had a remarkably good angle from where I sat, and I realized she couldn't really see me there in the dark. I realized it was arousing to have her there, some dozens of feet away, completely unaware. She was stubborn, and it cost her. Eventually she got work as a nanny, which was fine, as far as that went, until the man of the house wanted to make more babies for her to care for ... and not necessarily with his wife. She had stalked out of the house after slapping the man, abandoning her job in the process.That had been on December the thirty-first, the night before she met Walter Pratt.She talked to Walter because she was bored, but soon found him to be a fascinating man. He was well read. The pungent aroma of her womanhood was driving both of them crazy. It was a mixture of urine and love juice making the room so arousing that I could not resist and wanted put my tongue in her slit but refrained from doing it.Rajshree was getting out of control with each lick on her Choot (Pussy) she closed her eyes and started screaming in pleasure. “OOOHHHH GGOODD please don’t stop please eat me put your tongue as deep as you can, please Sultan don’t stop OOOHHHH YYYYAAAAAA OOOOHHHH.