She takes the zipper of the blazer in her gloved hand and slowly pulls it up. Her gloved hands go to her mid-back length dark brown hair; quickly tyin...g it into a pony tail. She leaves it to hang down the middle of her back, lying against the soft leather. Well one last step, Grace thinks to herself, before reaching into her pocket. Her brown eyes glance through the window of the door and down the hallway. Smiling when she doesn’t see anyone, she pulls out the last part of her outfit for the. By accepting the outcome she seemed to feel a sense of sexual freedom. She didn’t care if the city of New York could hear her because she was too busy basking in her freedom. A freedom that she ironically achieved from physical restraint. she lifted her legs up as soon as she felt her pants around her ankles. she opened her legs as wide as she could for me to fill her with whatever she desired just so long as it made her sing a song of sexual freedom. she felt my finger sliding in as deep as. . Ni tula puchi catayla khup avade . .. Khas karun motya baichi…. Pan mothyach baichi kaa ree . Mulinchi ka nahi.. Avdat tula ”“Are tya mulina naa anubhav nast naa … Ni motya baiyana khup anubhav asto naa ki kasaa aat ghyachaa bulla kasaa chokahychaa . Ni kashya prakare zaun ghyacha . Ni mail ghost amha lahan mulana naa shikayla pan milt tyacha kadun …. ”“Hushar ahs haa re baba …” asaa bolun chakaa tya kakuni tyacha othavar oth thevle ni tyala smooch karu lagli … Mala sagla disat hot karan mi. She was wearing a conservative 2 piece swimsuit, that hid a knockout body. I went over and introduced myself, her name was Angela and she was from out of town. I met her parents too, and they seemed none to keen on me hanging out and drinking with their daughter. We spent the next few hours drinking and talking. Throughout the course of the evening, we would steal a kiss here and there while making our rounds at the party. After sunset, the drinks started to flow more freely and the party.