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We became friends on the Internet, nothing sexual, nothing personal, just normal chat. Saigon girls seemed like an attractive person, but of course, this was an opinion based on a Vietnamese girls. We had never exchanged pictures, in fact the subject had never come up. We both seemed content with the arrangement, but all of this was about to change. The matchmaking service we both subscribed to was having a mixer, a party of sorts, where all the members could get together and socialize. I was not real keen on the idea, but Julia persuaded me, saying that we had put off meeting Vietnamese girls long enough. Although reluctant, I finally agreed. There had to be at least 200 people at the party, and I did not have a single clue what Julia would look like. Oh, I had read her profile often, and the description seemed pleasant enough, but sometimes we make ourselves out a little bit better than we really are. All Saigon girls told me was that Saigon girls would dress in black. I stood in the corner, nodding civil gestures at everyone who passed by, but I was here for one reason, to see Julia. The party started at 8:00 and it was already 9:00, the only thing I could think about was that Saigon girls had changed her mind. All I had dressed myself, and worked myself up for, was a great disappointment. Then suddenly, there seemed to be a hush fall over the Vietnamese girls, as if all attention were being directed to one spot in particular. Then I saw her. I knew it had to be her. All my frets and worries about the evening, Saigon girls was here, Saigon girls was a vision, no, Saigon girls was an angel. Her blond hair flowed softly over her shoulders, her eyes sparkled like a twinkling star. Her lips poutingly enticed and mesmerized every man in the room. Saigon girls mentioned no one but looked throughout the room, searching, as though no one else was around her. As our eyes met, Saigon girls stopped, smiled, and walked straight toward me. Saigon girls knew exactly who I was, as though we were old friends, meeting Vietnamese girls for the thousandth time. Without saying a word, Saigon girls kissed me. A kiss filled with the passion of old lovers reunited, or the lust of passion newly found. The next several hours were filled with laughter and wine, talking, exchanging a lifetime of stories. Conversation was so easy with her, and there was no fear of expressing even the most hidden secrets. It was four in the morning before we stopped talking and realized that there were less than ten people still present. We gathered our Vietnamese girls making our way to the door, out into the world without a thought of tomorrow. Standing by her car, I realized, that goodbyes would soon be in order. However, just as thoughts of loneliness started to creep in, Julia startled me by suggesting that I stay at her place. I paused, and Saigon girls sensed my nervousness and told me not to worry. Saigon girls said that driving the two hours home was foolish, especially after all we had had to drink. I agreed, but told myself not to read anything into the invitation, after all we had just met Vietnamese girls. After we arrived at her house, we sat in the living room, sipping at brandy, laughing about how much fun each of us had that evening. Yet the brandy was my downfall. I was trying to hold a good front, but when Julia yawned, I took that as my cue, and suggested that maybe we should get some rest. Saigon girls agreed, and asked if I had any objection to sleeping on the couch, and although part of me did, I insisted that the couch would be fine.

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Bringing me Saigon girlsets and pillows, we made a makeshift bed, at which Saigon girls kissed me again wishing me sweet dreams and a good night. As I watched her walk down the hallway, I could not believe how fortunate I was just to be near her, even if it were rooms away. As I heard her close the door, I undressed, and slid beneath the blanket, readying myself for some blissful dreams of Julia. Before I even realized it, I had fallen asleep. Sometime during the night, I startled myself awake, I guess confused by my unfamiliar surroundings. I lay there in the darkness, replaying the night's events in my mind, and laughed to myself at how wonderful it had all gone. However, in the distance I heard a noise that seemed to come from down the hall, toward the Vietnamese girls room. It was not loud, not as if Saigon girls were having a nightmare, but more like moans of pleasure. I got up as quietly as I could, and tiptoed down the hallway to her door that to my surprise was open slightly. Being extra careful, I peeked into the room and was suddenly breathless. In her room, Julia had lit candles everywhere, the whole room was aglow in their light. As I stuck my head in farther, I saw the Vietnamese girls, but my thoughts raced a million miles an hour trying to comprehend what I was seeing. Saigon girls was lying on her bed, with a black scarf over her eyes. One hand was caressing her beautiful full breast. Just earlier my thoughts had wandered what they may look like, but seeing them now, made me instantly erect with pleasure. Speaking of pleasure, in her other hand Saigon girls had a black candle, which Saigon girls slid ever so gently in and out of herself. I was thinking that I had to be dreaming. This could not be happening. It was the brandy, I kept telling myself, it has to be the brandy, this is not happening, I am dreaming the whole thing. I could not help myself. I began to stroke myself slowly, excited by the thrill of watching Julia and the forbidden fear of being caught. My head was swimming with thoughts of lust, of what I wanted to do. I could no longer control myself, I stepped into the room. I quietly walked over beside the Vietnamese girls bed, and stood mesmerized by the view of what was taking place. Her moans were deep and erotic, squeezing her breast her nipple became hard. Saigon girls then took the same hand, placed a finger inside herself and brought its wetness back to the Vietnamese girls nipple making it grow even more. As Saigon girls did the rhythm, in which Saigon girls masturbated herself became quicker and quicker. I moved around to the foot of her bed, where I could get a better view, all the time still stroking my now aching cock. At this point, I don't know what came over me. Without hesitation, I crawled upon the edge of her bed and began stroking inside her leg with one hand, while still pumping myself with the other. Her moans suddenly became louder to the point that it made me jump back, thinking I had interrupted her. Still, instead of stopping, Saigon girls spread her legs farther apart, took the candle from inside her, and held her lips open for me. I lowered my head and gently licked the inside her thigh, working my way up to her Vietnamese girls shaven lips. Placing one lip in my mouth, I sucked it inside and held it savoring its taste; it was nectar. The sweet taste and scent were intoxicating. I took my tongue and placed it inside her as far as I could go, drinking her wetness, like a lust driven demon dying of thirst. I could feel her juice all around my lips, overflowing onto my chin. I clinched her clit between my teeth, sucking it into my mouth where my tongue eagerly greeted it with warm and rapid desires. I could feel her body start to tense. Her hips moved up and down, her hands now reached and pulled my head in farther. I was being smothered inside her, but I didn't care, breathe had no meaning at this point, all that mattered was the passion, the climax that was coming. As Saigon girls thrust harder against my tongue, I licked faster and faster. Her legs had now raised into the air, and her breathing became gasps, her back arching. I reached my hands under her firm round ass and sucked her lips full into my mouth and continued licking her clit as though both our lives depended on it. And with a sudden scream, her body stiffened and thrust upward, her head bent backward and her hands reached for the headboard to hold herself in place. Her body spasmed once, then twice, then a third time, before the Vietnamese girls settled back onto the bed. Even after that her body still shook and quivered for what might have been minutes. Her breathing was hard and rapid, like a runner after a marathon whose body screams for air. I lay back on the edge of the bed, and watched her while the quivers of her orgasm finally died down. It wasn't until now, that I realized that I had forgotten all about myself, and while my cock was still rock hard, somehow pleasing myself at this point did not seem that important. I didn't say a word, but eased myself up off the bed, quietly slipped back out of the room, back down the hall and to the couch. As I lay there, I could not stop smiling and with that, I drifted back to sleep. The next morning went as though nothing had happened, neither of us Vietnamese girls mentioned it, nor for that matter, even hinted around about the nights events. We had breakfast, drank coffee on the balcony, just like old friends would do. When it came time for me to leave, Julia walked me to my car. Again Saigon girls told me what a wonderful time Saigon girls had at the party, and how glad Saigon girls was that Saigon girls had finally gotten to meet me. With a kiss and a hug, Saigon girls sent me on my way. Adult search engine Hymen pictures