During the drive home, we recounted the events of the day and had a lot of laughs about what we’d done. Indian Sex Oh, fuck!.. “Come on baby…” she smiled. She then spat the remainder onto her beautiful wet tits. We called Marci that night and told her about what we had done. The college girls tried to be coy wearing dark sunglasses, but it was obvious that they were looking our direction. After another hour or so, they left too. Like a timid child, I asked “Can I piss on your face?”
“Okay.” was all she said. She ground her cunt down onto me and rubbed at her clit as she moaned aloud with no inhibition. “I have to quit smoking again.”
“Yeah.” I trailed off as I took a slow drag. She then squatted down over the concrete bathroom floor, propping herself up with her left hand. She then drew her hand up to her perfect breasts and playfully rubbed her own piss onto her chest. “You were the first boy that ever touched my tits… There she was, picking me up from the airport, and the only news of my trip I had to share with her was the fact that I’d slept with my high school sweetheart…
