It was no wonder that men flocked to her and that she could afford to pick and choose. Men had become second nature to her, and while she enjoyed the ...attention she provoked, she had learned how to play the game long ago, how to use what she had to get what she wanted.But lately that hadn’t been enough. She’d grown bored with the people she knew, bored with relationships, with sex. It had all become so predictable, so unsatisfying. She did not want the marriage proposals she was offered. She did. My figure was 32-25-35 and my boob size was 32B. I had curly hair. I am often told that I have beautiful eyes and a very pretty smile.So, there were 5 of us in the house, me, my aunt, uncle their son Mohan, who was 17 years old and daughter Neha, who was 20 years old. The house was a 3 BHK house. I was sleeping along with Neha in her room. She was very friendly, talkative and also very pretty. She was doing her BCom and was in her final year. We hit it off right away and became good friends in. I am now fully aroused at these erotic thoughts of you flowing through my mind. My right hand slowly strokes my eight inch erect shaft while left hand teases my nipples. I let my mind drift some more...My mouth slowly moves from your neck down your right shoulder. My left hand slides your dress strap off your shoulder and down your arm, my mouth gently kissing your shoulder. My right hand moves up your left thigh under that dress, where I surprisingly find you are not wearing underwear. I grip. .. if I ... If she could do what she wanted with me. That's what was just about to happen when you arrived. She's waited years for this kind of chance!"Margaret let out a muffled protesting roar. Sarah kicked her hard in the ribs with her bare foot. This was all so weird, unreal. I looked around, and all the evidence was there, Margaret had been preparing Sarah for sex. One day she seemed to love me, was as desperate for me as I was for her, and the next she was screwing Sarah, taking advantage.