A 5-foot 3inch girl, being a dancer she had a quite well-toned, attractive body. I don’t remember much but she had breasts big enough to fill my han...s. She had a flat stomach. Asmita lived here in Pune with her family. We both were members of the extra curriculum group of the college. So we knew each other just as a team member. One day, she came to the college dressed up in salwar-kurta(Black and Red combination) and she looked very elegant in it. It was the festive day of Makar Sankrant. I. 'I love a good cock', I started, surprised at how relaxed I sounded, as if talking to another woman out looking for a fuck like I was, 'long ones', with a hint of a smile, knowing each man in the circle of trust was watching me closely, 'but with girth, a good girth stretches my cunt with a good feeling as we fuck', I added with a salaciousness that made most of the men wince, as I imagined, they were imagining me naked, and them inside me doing their thing, that thing that got them into. I, who was waiting for any such question to vent my feeling, snapped immediately“I don’t know how to do it over all the clothes…”Mausmi Di thought for a moment, and then in one elegant movement she raised her buttocks and pulled her frock from her thighs to her mid riff. This made me forget to stroke her belly, before what else I could see. From the curves of her belly, over the roundness of her thighs, to the curl of her feet, the unobstructed view of her silky, whitish, and unblemished skin. “Just an allergy”He was about to say anything when I put my hand over his mouth and slipped his under my bra. Then I removed my hand and kissed him again, this time pressing my body hard against him, my left leg separating his.He picked me up quite easily and with one hand, swept the gifts off the bed and on to the floor. He placed me on the bed. He then held my hands together, over my head, keeping them in place with a tight grip while with the other; he pulled out my denim and swiftly removed.