For one, I was busy wondering whether it was even remotely appropriate to be having coffee with Scott and having coffee with Scott came with its own c...ornucopia of distractions. Like the way he talked about everything but the one thing I wanted to know. The way he smiled. The flicker of his eyelashes. The smell of mint and soap. The way he held my gaze until I had to look away. I hated how composed, how self-assured and confident he was around me. It wasn’t fair. I don’t remember what we talked. I must admit that I probably enjoyed Vivienne's company more than any other girl I took out in my teenage years. But we were young, Vivienne was only fourteen where Barry and I were fifteen, coming on sixteen I think. Anyway as I said Vivienne was somewhat infatuated with me, as was her younger twelve or thirteen-year-old sister Carol. The trouble was Vivienne was in rather a hurry to loose her virginity, preferably to me I gathered.Now, illegal or not, had Vivienne been anyone else's sister, I. The early morning rain was slowing down, as Ranjini looked out of the window, the splattering of water coming from her bouncing off her window sill, a clear indication that she needed to get up and close the window. Ranjini age 39 stood tall at 5.7 and weighed around 65 kilograms the blessed wife of the city’s prominent businessman who got transplanted to the city a good five decades ago and their original roots lie in Ahmeadbad. Ranjini was looking forward to the coming night a stinking rich. At first, I had trouble moving. As she became more excited, her juices lubricated her, and made movement easier. As I pounded into her, she wrapped her legs around me and moved her hips in sympathy with my stroke.Not to be left out, Elaine got up and was slowly lowering her slit to Susan's mouth. As contact was made, Elaine let out a couple of short sighs that let me know she was perfectly content with the current arrangement. Faster and faster I drilled. Susan became even more vocal in our.