They were all in a hurry to lose their virginity. We were in a hurry to spend our lives and love with each other. Yes, we ‘did it’. But we waited ...or the right time and place. It was a hot summer night when we first made love. I remember shivering despite our sweat – or maybe because of it. I was clumsy, scared. I fumbled with the small buttons on your blouse, snapping one off in my slowed haste. You laughed and kissed the tip of my nose, easing my nerves. I laughed too. A sudden confidence. "Oh my god, you were turned on. You fucking perv." It's worse, than you think." How could it be worse? You didn't fuck me did you?" Fuck no." How could it be worse then?" I fantasized about fucking you. That night, the girl I saw get gang-banged was so fucking hot. But now it feels so wrong." Hahaha..." What's so funny? Remember when you brought your girlfriend home one summer. I think you were in between apartments. Well, I walked in on you fucking. I was what, 13? It opened my world to sex. I. I tried not to laugh and held it in for about two seconds before I cracked. After that I had to sit on the floor and even dad was chuckling, looking at Florence with respect for a new, formidable opponent. The rest of the room fell silent, staring at the lunatics in the corner. I looked up through my tears and saw Alex biting her hand to suppress her hoots of laughter, and then Florence set the seal on it. ‘One is most gratified to be amongst you,’ she said to the room in general, imitating the. I could not believe when I saw her hairy pussy. It was bulgy, juicy and wet. I asked her how she had sported this much hair on her pussy. She told me that Marwari ladies do not shave their pussies after marriage. But she was keeping her pussy trim in the first two years of marriage and since her husband did not show much interest, she has lost interest in trimming and allowed the pussy hair to grow. It was a thick dark bush and I have to search for the clit and the entrance of her pussy in the.