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It was mostly his friends. Which was good for our plan. I showed up late. Dressee in my tight black yoga pants. They gripped firmly on my thick thighs and round ass. I had a loose fitting button up sweater on, only a few buttons holding it closed. Oh and I had no panties or a bra on. It didn't take long until I saw my brother whispering into the ear of a man on the other side of the room and pointing at me a few times. He was right, this man was rather sexy. Long, flowing dark hair. A sturdy build with a lip ring and....I'm pretty sure a tongue ring. Needless to say I was very happy I agreed to this.After a few hours the party died down a bit. A few people went to bed and a few left. That's when my older brother approached me. Accompanied by his friend. We exchanged a few words. He hit on me hard core, such as "How can a woman as beautiful as you be here alone" and "My best friend and I here could keep you company". I didn't make him work very hard before I started flirting back. I. I pulled the panties down past her knees and pushed my tongue across her swollen clit, a yelp of approval escaped her mouth and her hands pulled my head closer to her sweetness gently as she parted her feet while stepping from the trousers and panties. The scent of her pussy was driving me wild, but my desire was for her pleasures, more than my own. With my thumbs I parted her mound and ran my tongue around the edge of her outer labia, from one side to the other, pausing only to circle the tip of my tongue around the crown of her engorged clit before going down the other side. I repeated this several times as she stood quivering with pleasure, the musty sweetness building within her vaginal canal. After the third or forth teasing journey around her labia my tongue parted her petals and probed the folds within from back to front touching the opening of her now wet canal first and ending with her clit as I sucked it into my lips and feverishly flicked it with the tip of my.
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” We laughed and he said: “That was from this morning! You did no see it before you left?” again, we laughed and just stayed there naked until we need to get up and eat,Over the next several weeks we became closer and he was excelling is his studied with very little or no help from me, so as a reward I used some of my connections and made him my class assistant so that we now had a reason to be seen close together after classes. He was very happy about that and we started to get to know each other much better personally as well as physically. I was truly starting fall in love and to consider him to be my lover. My daughter has started calling him “uncle J.” That made him ask me about my daughter and her mother, so I told him. (which is another story of its own that I will tell you later.) The term was coming to an end and he was going to spend the break with his mother. He wanted to know what he should tell his mother about us. “whatever you want and feel is rite” I told him. “can I.

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