The hair, the dressing, it all made sense, now.I decided to act.I gave Cher the real facts of life as I know them today, not much different than what ...aude taught Sher, but with the proper spin to allow her to make her own decisions about sex, and sex had been repressed for soooooo long.Sher had already snuck some real undies into her drawer so I told her to try them on. She ordered me to turn around while she switched undies and bra, and I waited until I couldn't hold back any longer. I spun. Let me tell you about myself. I am 28, 5.10″, good-looking, athletic from Mumbai.This story revolves around one lovely Bengali girl who joined with me as a fresher in the same MNC. Her name was Prerna (name changed). Her eyes were the sexiest eye I have ever seen. Her height was about 5.6″.In our early interaction, I kind of loved the way she talks, she smiles and of course the figure. I initially guessed it was 32-28-30 but trust me, I was proven wrong! Coming back to the story, I and my new. 5- 8.5 inches. He continued to work me over as I ate her hot cunt and ass and as she sucked his long cock and balls. She could not swallow him to the balls as she could my cock, he had a neat patch of pubic hair above his long throbbing cock differing from my completely shaved cock, balls and ass. She pulled away and sat on his throbbing cock, I watched laying back as he detached his lips from my throbbing cock as she begin fucking him. "Oh yeah this long cock feels great"! She said. I watched. I wondered if I was the reason.There was something else, though, besides her being younger than I remembered last. I didn’t remember her ever wearing her hair curled up like a French poodle on top of her head. And she was wearing makeup. Back in 1952, as I remembered it ... well, Mom was no June Cleaver. She dressed nicely enough for housework and got dressed up for church on Sunday. But makeup? What the fuck?What she was saying didn’t really make a difference since I couldn’t respond..