I am Stark (name changed) from Surat, 21 years old. I’m a super horny guy that masturbates daily twice. Let me describe myself. I have a 6.5 inches ...ick. I never really measured it but my girlfriend told me its bigger than 6 inches.I am a skinny type guy but I have really great stamina (you will know in my future stories). Now without wasting any time let’s come to the story. There was a sexy lady in my society. Her name was Aaniya. Let me describe her body first. She is a 32-year-old. Most responded right away. Some didn't. I figured the ones that didn't just gave up and weren't logging on to their account anymore.Of the guys that responded, it was pretty easy to see who was going to be likable and who wasn't. Most just came on way too strong. Can't believe they would think that would work. Just a complete turn off.I started off with maybe eight guys that I sent messages to. Between non-responders and jerks, it quickly came down to two: Brian and Roy. They both seemed like. She was alone at her home.Dressed in red knee length one piece, her perfume was making me mad..it’s fragrance was so appealing, her long shiny silky hairs and glossy red lips, fair sexy legs I think she waxed her legs last nite, her breasts cleavage was visible and a tribal locket in a silver thread was adding start to her beautiful breasts and neck…She offered me a sharbat and sat just near me on the couch.. I was literally staring at her body to which she said ‘aaram se jayveer ji, sharbat to. She’d cut my hair a few times before, and she always blushed and averted her gaze when I looked at her too long. No doubt she liked girls; my radar never failed me.So now too, even though she tried to focus on my hairline, her giddy green eyes constantly darted below it, meeting mine. Her cheeks reddened despite her best efforts to be nonchalant about it all. It probably didn’t help that I kept staring, or that my own cleavage was deep enough for her to fall into.Not that it matters to this.