I agreed of course. After dropping her off at the airport, I rushed to her condo in a nice part of town. I had been to her place many times before but...never into her bedroom. I slowly opened the door and inhaled her scent. I found her hamper and sitting on top was that red g-string scrunched up in a tiny ball. They were stained bad. Teasing me at the shoe store must have made her really horny. The little slut. I put them to my face and breathed in her scent, a combination of musk and perfume. . In the mist of all this excitement and getting a little d***k i lost my friends, I wasnt perticularly bothered since I normally bump back into them, and its a brilliant night to be wasting time searching for them when im likely to bump into them. Time was getting on, I had spent all my money and desided to walk home. Never did reunite with the girls, Dare not say the pulled a hunk or two the dirty sods. Whilst outside the club I recognised my bfs best friend approching me. He asked if I was. I kept recalling the previous day work which made me wet.Thinking that I kept rubbing my sore pussy without caring of pain till I cummed. After cum I realised my painful condition and let myself in bathtub and went to sleep. After an hour got up hearing my cell ring. It was some stranger speaking “Sheela?” Me “yes, who is this?” Stranger “listen to me, do not interrupt me when I speak” his voice was very commanding “this weekend when you come wear a saree much low waist. I want to see how your. I started to play a hindi blue movie and she was startled. I assured her that this was a real city movie. I asked her to come besides me in my bed. She was shy and hesitantly came near me. I touched her ass and believe me it was not only hot but was really soft. I pulled her near me and asked her if she ever had sex with anyone. Pushpa, that was her name, replied that she was forced once by a guy in their village. My left hand had automatically travelled to her soft, firm, huge breasts and were.