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Her pussy was becoming very wet and leaking down the crack of her ass. She didn't think she had ever been this aroused. Dawn went to her own closet to pick out an outfit for Sandy to wear. She selected a very short skirt and crop top. She tossed them to Sandy and ordered "Put those on before I change my mind and pick out something even more revealing." Sandy quickly did as she was told and dressed in the outfit Dawn provided her. Sandy didn't understand why being dominated by her friend turned her on so, but couldn't bring herself to resist her roommate. Dawn then went to Sandy's closet and picked out her highest heels and tossed them to Sandy ordering her to put them on and follow her out the door. Quickly putting on the heels Sandy followed like a puppy following its master. Sandy peeked at Dawn lying next to her still sunning herself, snoring lightly. She was getting aroused as she remembered that night. Her pussy was soaking wet as she relived how Dawn had dominated her that entire evening. Sandy slowly slid her hand down her stomach and into her bikini bottom and started to stroke her clit. Her breathing quickened as she continued to recall that evening so long ago. Sandy quickly caught up with Dawn as she was strutting down the dorm hallway. Sandy had never gone out in public without underwear before. In fact she rarely went without underwear even at desi home alone. Now she indian was walking thru the dorm in an impossibly short skirt that barely covered her ass and a crop top that came down just below her breasts. Her nipples were hard as rocks and were threatening to poke holes in the light fabric. Her pussy was positively soaking and starting to leak down her legs. She was so excited she was shaking. Everyone went into the kitchen to get a bowl full of the soup and at least one slice of desi garlic bread. Now, you, of course, got everything.” “Ha ha. It was still snowing outside but not as hard. We had moved onto a indian club where we wasn’t asked to show ID. The other girls were on the dancefloor but Isabelle and I were on a couple of stools near the bar. If you think it will help, you can record me.” The meeting continued without the chair being reactivated. I was amazed how I remembered her taste. I've never been to any points west of the Mississippi and if any of our on line conversations in the past was an indicator of how we might interact, I felt that there might be a good chance she might come back with me for a vacation of her own. So hard! Here, I know a way to get you interested. "Is this for real?