But all had boyfriends. One weekend, when I tried to search for the girls online, I came across many sites. But I have seen those kinds of sites many ...imes while I stay in the USA. But I feel chatting with the white women feels artificial. They give the same reaction to any man coming online.I really wanted to see and chat with the authentic Indian girl. She should have the face of the girl next door and the reaction of a conservative girl. I would never meet that kind of girl in those. Vha karib 8 ladkiya thi sabhi age ki. 4-5 ladkiya to only bra aur panty me he thi. Phir vo aurat ne kaha kaise chaoge 500-2000 tak ek rat ke liye. Mai kuch ghab ra raha ta. Mai ne na kahe kar chalne laga to ek ladki ne ishara kar apna bra khol deya. Phir bhi mai ne na kar apni car me chala gaya. Lekin mai bhi to innsan hu muzse raha nahi gaya to phir car palta kar vaha pahuch gaya. Phir ghar phone laga kar kaha ke tyre pumcher ho gaya aur aate2 late ho gayega. Phir ghar me gaya to vaha sirf 5. I was restless and walked out the lobby, down the street, till I found myself standing in front of an ugly orange building. Her building. I walked up the extra steps since she had changed apartments. After 42 days I didn’t know if I had the right to be here. After all, I left. Not that I had much of a choice on the reason why. I was contemplating if I should knock when the door jerked open. She was beautiful. Her thick crimson hair fell below her shoulders. She stood immobile, staring. She had. I’ve never seen you look so beautiful.” Marella smiles a wide smile, tingles going down her body. She tries her best not to display her emotions, her heart skipping wildly. Stay composed she tells herself. “Thank you John. That’s very sweet of you. I knew the party was important to you so I wanted to look my best.” John smiles and feels warm next to her and her words make him feel even warmer. Marella continues, “The thing with me John is that there is never a dull moment. You sure you’re ready.