I was in my best black button up, I rolled the cuffs twice, had a black shirt underneath on and my lucky jeans, custom faded from years of wear. I was... looking as good as I could. I rang her door bell. I heard the unlocking of her door and there she stood. Just like in her picture, her eyes shimmered with some glitter around them. Her lips glimmered in the fading light, her black top curved in all the right places, her jeans clinging tight to her prefect form. She was all ready, to get taken. I looked at the other guy just stood there looking bemused and motioned him over as I started to undo my jeans, when the other girl says "do you two need a bloody invite, do we have to pull our own knickers down". Still he stood there so I went over to the girl I was seeing, got my hands in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees before giving her bum a nice squeeze and running my fingers against her pussy entrance before slipping a finger in and checking how ready she. Ye boht sundar h or figure bhi kamal h ka kisi ka b lund dekhte hi khada ho jaye,nisha ka figure 34,28,36 h,ye boht gori h or jeans me iski gand alg se chamkti h,3 saaal pehele hum ek institute me padte the jiska naam to ek tha but hamai branch alg thi but hum ek hi stand se bus pakdte the subha daily 8 baje aya krti thi me janta nhi tha but meri ek class mate b mere sath jaya karti thi to uske jariye meri baat usse ho gai thi me usse kabi keh nhi paya tha or but mene usse uska no le liya tha. ’ ‘Oooh, I like you. I’m Fenton, unattached and have moved into the house directly across from here.’ ‘You must be a big shot to afford that and I admire your mid-Atlantic accent. Are you English?’ ‘Yes, are you Jamaican?’ ‘What? Oh you admire my tan? It’s fake tan I’m afraid. I’m a surgeon and don’t get much time in the sun.’ ‘A surgeon. Good god, what type?’ ‘Vasectomies.’ Fenton appeared to lose color. ‘That’s a joke Fenton. She’s a pediatric general surgeon.’ And so the afternoon continued.