Avery was blessed with her genes. We share a bathroom so I know she doesn’t use anything to make her skin flawless or to make her long black hair thick, and silky. There’s nothing real unique about her figure. Her curves are all pretty average, decent butt, decent boobs and even a small tummy. Her belly wasn’t chubby, it practically didn’t even exist, it was simply rounder than Monet’s who has a flat stomach. That reminded me Victoria actually has fetish abs... fuck her, what the hell, how? Anyway, my male friends try japanese their best to come hangout at my place just to stare at Avery. It’s annoying. They also tell me I’m lucky I live with a girl like that and that never fails to creep me out. I need better friends. I felt the test tube in my pocket. Did I even deserve better friends? Living with Avery has left me with cfnm little privacy and therefore, few places to hide the cologne. Somehow it ended up in my backpack. It wasn’t there so I could take it to biological chemistry class tomorrow and use it on Monet. I asian put it there so I could keep it safe, keep an eye on it. That was what I told myself at least. Hours later Avery came in to change for bed just as I had pulled the covers over me. I couldn’t sleep. I was tormented thinking about the cologne. While my thoughts spun out of control my body didn’t move. That meant my head and eyes were locked forward while my mind was elsewhere. They happened to be locked on Avery... as she changed. I didn’t do it in purpose and honestly I’d seen her change all the time and vice versa but this time I was staring directly at japan her not even trying to look at anything else. My brain didn’t even register what I was looking at, I was so wrapped up in my thoughts. “You alright?” Avery asked. She snapped me out of my trance. If anyone had had any doubt a yelp meant a yip yup, their reunion was nose to nose, eye to eye to eye, blue n' brown n' green-gray n’ scratch n' sniff n' snuff n’ stuff, home for Christmas, graduation day, chocolate chip cookie joy. As I moved my hands down over her belly I could feel her firm abs and the tightness asian of her body. When they’re hard Jon says they’re like chapel hat pegs. I turned back to him and said do you fetish really think so? She can have all the fun she wants.” I said it from the drinks. Instead of being an eighteen-year-old wt behind his ears, I felt being a true dominant on the cutting-edge of his game. She shuffled closer to Fahima's pussy. There were a few reasons behind this. japanese “Thank you, sir.” “Why unfortunately?” Brian pulled her pajama pants down, trying to make it seem rough, and discovered immediate resistance--his thumbs hooking the front of her waistband had only made her pajamas catch up on the shapely dimensions of her rounded bottom. It brushed my cock. japan As she puts the tip to my ass, not cfnm entering yet we stare deeply into each others eyes. It felt like an hour that their orgasms lasted, but was only a minute. It felt incredible and she lost herself in the stranger's touch, no longer caring which one was her husband.