As the music died down, I covered us both with my cape and the stage manager cut the lights. Under the darkness and the applause I carried her off, ga...hering our clothes in the process. The music changed to let the Highwaymen onto the stage. That gave us thirty minutes alone.Backstage I dropped her on the large couch, opened her legs to worship her sexual center. I softly licked her smooth outside lips and moved my tongue to her protruding clit. I played with it, and then sucked on her puffy. I dreamt those days if I could become a lover of her! Those days Gujarati girls were wearing tight pants and check shirts. Since I was sitting just opposite to her seat, I could easily see her frontage. Her thighs were of huge size and very much in good shape. When she sits her ‘V’ shaped pussy area was protruding to invite everybody’s attention to it. When she bent down, her cleavage could be easily visible through the gap between buttons of her shirt. Her tight shirt always showed the exact. Still I'm not very good at being truthful about how I see the things going on in this world. I have been exposed to pornography in the past but I thought that my interest in it was only temporary, like the appearance of smoke from someone smoking a cigarette.The smoke disappears from sight. That is how I dealt with pornography. I watched it and then threw it into the garbage. I exposed myself to it and then banished it from sight. I did not believe that I had a permanent interest in sexual. The slight grin left his face, and he handed the flowers to me. ‘Here, these are for you.’ ‘Thanks,’ I murmured, taking them from him and heading into the kitchen to put them in water. What he didn’t know was that no man had ever given me flowers before—no one besides my own dad, when he brought them to the closing night of my high school plays. The sight of them stirred something deep inside of me, but I suppressed it with all my might. After putting the flowers in water, I went around to.