"What are you doing here?" Oh, I was just taking a stroll." A stroll, ten miles from home?" Has it been ten miles? I must have lost track." Lost track...? Have you been following me?" Me? No, dear why would you think that?"Shelly noticed the zipper on Irene's pants wide open for all to see, standing right next to a wet stain below the window."Mom," she asked, "why is your fly open?" What?" Irene said, forgetting what she had to do after her little peep show ended. "Oh, I was in such a hurry I. The fact that I was the one doing that for her thrilled me so much; and I vowed to pleasure her in this very fashion as often as I could; even if that meant we never 'fucked' (had intercourse, in other words)!In fact, I found it incredibly exhilarating to think of some other guys cock having been deep inside of Tara's pussy (where my tiny one would likely never go); and each time I thought of that, my cock would throb and pulse in direct response to that; and I loved the way it made me feel.. She had a milky breast and the nipple was in perfect contrast to it. It was of perfect black color and the circumference was too large. It almost occupied her half breast.She came back to bed and sitting close to me took the nipple between her two fingers and said, “Go ahead, touch them, you want to don’t you?”My hand moved to her breasts. Till that day I had only seen & fondled with Arti Bhabi’s boobs. Priya’s was different, her boobs were MUCH bigger than Arti Bhabi’s & they were quite. I didn’t really care, but I had to act like I did.“She seems okay,” Courtney said. “She has braces now. Her mom is ... weird.”“Yeah,” I said, remembering Rachel Finklestein’s incredible body and incredible strength.“And her dad never says anything. Rachel orders him around like a slave. He just sits quietly in a chair in the kitchen until she tells him to do something.”“Totally whipped,” I said, chuckling.Courtney and I were walking to homeroom when Clarence cut us off. “Hey Rubber Chicken,” he.