I replied by saying it was a bit strange for me and a little overwhelming. She laughed and said I might know a way to help you relax and she took my h...nd and asked me if I wanted to go to a room with her? I nodded and said yes... I was around 23 back then she was 40ish if I had to guess, I never asked. She wore a black dress, black stockings and heels. And gold jewellery, she had black hair and brown eyes. She wasn't wearing a lot of makeup just the right amount, blue eyeshadow and dark red. One day she came wearing tight legging and deep neck, she directly came to me and asked “How are they looking?” Me: what?Shruti: I mean how I am looking?Many times she used to do double meaning talks to me. I was staring her boobs only before any conversation could happen, the instructor asked to queue up for practice, she went to her position passing so close to me that her boobs touched my hand. I can’t tell you all how awesome that feeling was. The touch was very soft.Abhinav was very very. For me one these strange events happened when I was in my mid teens and in the throws of puberty. I was ready and willing to nail my first girl. Maybe I was trying too hard I don't know. I would sneak into my parents closet when they were at work and look at my dad's dirty porn mags. I would study the pictures and read some of the articles, the stories that were sent in by regular people. I felt that I had a pretty good grasp on women and sex and was ready to fuck. My mom had this really good. This is false, of course, but it took me being a cuckold before I realized that maybe being white didn't really place me in the privileged position I'd thought I was part of!The first time I ever witnessed my wife fucking another man, another black man, I should say, for the sake of clarification, that was when I understood, at gut-level, that I was by no means 'superior' to a black man, either socially, or sexually!In my minds eye, even now, I can clearly see Duane, the first of many other.