You don’t need to wear such a short skirt, baby. Translation: I don’t want other men looking at you, the way I look at their women. Back to my c...oset. I have had well over three hundred lovers. He knows about fifty or so. We have had the ‘so how many have you had’ talk that all lovers are prone to now and then. He feels cheap and sleazy with regard to the eleven he has tagged in his tender twenty-six years. I have accumulated two hundred in one single year. 1985. What an amazing year. If it. I am 24 years old and have graduated fresh out of med school this year. I am narrating this story only because the girl with whom i had this wonderful and unexpected experience egged me on to post it here. Up until then i didn’t not know that even girls visit these blogs or this site for that matter.So coming to the main plot, it all began when i logged into my yahoo messenger one night out of sheer boredom, and was pleasantly surprised to see that my ex gf roshni online. We used to go out. And told her that it was only for you.It was unbearable and getting out of control, we decided to go to a hotel in city market and after got a room in a okay kinda hotel. Zarina went and sat on the bed looking at me with lust in her eyes..and then she slowly lied on the bed with her legs slightly spread. This was the moment, I climbed on the bed and positioned myself between her thunder thighs…leaning down and tugging her bra down with my left hand, exposing her hard little pink nipples so I. Get a shirt on. But the soft, moist warmth of her lips on his fingertip was paralyzing. He just sat there, mouth open, staring at her. She met his gaze with her glittering, green eyes, hooded under her long lashes. Carrie finally took his finger out of her mouth. Before David could recover enough to pull his hand free she moved it downward, planting it firmly between her breasts. David could feel her body heat through the thin material of her dress, the lacy outline of her bra. It took all.