Indian College Girls

She's saying something about "every penny she had" when I shift in my chair to casually rearrange my dick into a less conspicuous position. After five minutes or so, I stand up, still listening to her sob story, and walk around to sit in front of her on the edge of my desk. I act like it's because I'm interested, but I couldn't sit there another minute without getting a good look at her legs. They were still glistening from the rain and my eyes followed them from her ankles all the way up to her ass. She had on some kind of strappy high heel that tied with a ribbon in a bow at her ankle. She sure was some piece of work, and whether I could help her or not I was sure glad she came into my office. As I went to sit back down I nodded a few times and assured her that her brother would turn up sooner or later without any help from me. She gave me the "Oh but you must," line and started dabbing her eyes again. I knew it wasn't Amateur Porn worth me takin' the case; she had all but told me she couldn't pay me. I must have looked pretty disinterested, because she started in with her feminine charms. "I'm sure I have a picture of him in here somewhere," she said as she looked half-heartedly through her handbag. On the slimmest of pretexts she got up and dumped the contents of her purse out on her chair, then bent over til her face was an inch from the knick knacks she was piecing through. She wasn't your average street floozy and she kept her legs pressed together as she swung her derriere from side to side; this was a bribe, not a peep show, and my eyes never left those perfect heart-shaped hips, legs, and ass for a second. "Here it is," she said and it felt like waking up from a dream as she stood up and I snapped out of it. I wiped the stupid grin off my face just as she turned around and bent over my desk to show me the picture she'd found. I tried to seem interested as she leaned on my desk with both arms and got chatty about the photo, but the way she was leaning made her nipples the last line of defense, clinging to the seam of her dress to keep her cleavage from spilling out in front of me. She leaned in to point out some detail, and if it had been any other day her dress never would have stayed on. When she shifted her shoulder both straps slipped off and dangled at her elbows, peeling away to reveal her nipples. But her sundress was still dripping wet and clung to the her body and the undersides of her free-hanging breasts. She was surprised and embarrassed; pulled back with a jolt and threw her arm across her tits while she frantically fixed her dress. I got up and walked around to her as she nervously spouted a string of excuses and dumped the contents back into her handbag. She froze when I put my hand on her shoulder, bein' as gentle as I could. I told her that while I didn't know if I could help her with the case, the least I could do was let her stay the night. I had a tiny apartment in the next room for witness protection, and after some coaxing she reluctantly followed me over. It was the probably the barest dive she'd ever seen. There was a bed right in the middle of the room, with a tiny kitchenette in one corner and a long mirror running the length of the wall. Across from that was a shower and a drain, with no curtain or tub, and a toilet; there wasn't even a bedside table. But the lights worked and there was a small window in one wall so she wouldn't feel too confined, and she real knew she didn't have much of a choice. The building cleaners had been in since the last time it was used, so it was a lot cleaner than my office, though maybe a bit dusty. In the end she accepted and I said goodnight. As I went back into my office I heard her bolt the door behind me and I smiled. I walked over to a little closet in the corner and ducked inside. Shifting a panel in the dark, I slid into a thin corridor between the rooms with a long two way mirror that looked into the tiny apartment. I could see her glance back at the bolted door, and cover the little window with its tattered drapes. She shivered and walked over to the shower, turning on the hot water. As I had hoped, she didn't old suspect a thing. She sat homemade on the bed facing the mirror and unlaced her high heels, slipping them off and letting them fall to the floor. Like I said, the group sex room was tiny, and she was little more than a yard or two away. I could see her running her hands along her legs as she started to unwind from a long, hard day. She stood up and turned her back to me as she hooked her sundress straps with her thumbs and pulled them all the way down to the floor. as we brought each other to another glorious orgasm. Also about the passing of my ‘step-father’ and the continuance of my relationship with Muriel until her death. He held her naked body against his for a group sex while, treasuring the feeling of her body before letting go of her. Mmm, and you're content... He homemade begins his artwork making real sure the number “3” is as big as possible, at the same time letting his fingers slip under the triangle of fabric to flick my nipple ring. My daughters cute little cunny. Amy, for her part, merely stood, arms crossed over her chest, as she waited for Jill to comply. “But they must never know.” “Your dick, honey!” she whimpered, slamming her hips back into me, our flesh slapping together. She also wore tight jeans, which made her petite ass look really firm and shapely. I won’t be going to the cabin old fishing this Amateur Porn year. Slowly they fell forward together onto the bed, uncaring about the light still bleeding in from the living room, embracing the coolness of the sheets beneath them as they continued to kiss, his softening cock slipping free from her now cum filled hole. It had played out exactly as she planned, her son falling into her arms, broken and ready for her. She was looking out the windshield at the white garage door.