After the gig we congratulated the members of the band and they persuaded us not to head back home yet and join them in a bar across the road. The ba...r was small but good with music, alcohol and good chat. After 20 minutes the group including my blonde friend walked in and within minutes the looks started up again. In the this less crowded bar I could see her leather skirt to above her knees and long black boots all together a very tidy package with a good pair of tits not massive but very. .. your mouth ... so hot..."He pressed his lips against mine again and this time, his tongue nursed the seam of my lips because I knew he wanted to slide it inside my mouth."Michael ... oh god ... I can't do this ... not to her..."He traced the hollow between my breasts under mytop while looking at me."Becca's a fucking slut," he said, "I came up to me with another man's scent on her."That shocked me. No it couldn't be true, not Becca. There had to be some kind of misunderstanding."No .... “If you had something for them to do for the day, I recommend you cancel it. They won’t be going anywhere for a while.”-Cristina looks at Qamar who looks like she is about to defuse a bomb without instructions or a proper kit. Oh no, keep it together, Qamar. We didn’t do anything yet. They just want to scare us. She said in her head, hoping that somehow Qamar will hear her thoughts and keep calm. Qamar has asthma so situations like this can make a simple surprise turn into a trip to the. The story I am sharing today involves my neighbor, Pooja, who was in her mid-20’s. She had recently moved into our apartment building with her family. She had an attractive face and body with long hair that used to cover her back fully.She used to prefer taking the stairs like me. I would secretly enjoy her boobs bouncing whenever I saw her on the stairs. Somehow, I managed to get acquainted with her. After few days, we exchanged phone numbers and spent a lot of time chatting. I asked her out.