She arrived looking stunning. Indian hot xxx I lifted her blouse and caressed her skin. One day at her house, out of the blue she confessed. I wasn’t about to disagree with her or compete with HIM for her affection. Like Michael Bolton channeled through Nigel Tufnell’s Spinal Tap amp, Christy went straight to eleven and stayed there. That’s how it felt. “Nice” I commented as I tickled the dimple at the top of her ass. Try as I might, nothing I write will even do justice to it. After all she’d done for me, I felt it was the least I could do for her. I was curious, but unprepared for what came next. A side I haven’t seen often and one that would only reveal itself much later. Then again, I was never that good at reading sexual cues. Just the right length and breadth,arrow like, inviting me in. And I knew the inevitable was imminent. I wouldn’t describe Christy as a stalker, but she knew a lot about me before I knew anything about her. I opened the button on her blouse and freeing her nipples from her bra, I gently licked her nipples. “Harder” she said. Or perhaps she didn’t know yet.
