” She stood up and twirled once on her feet, and her husband Sanjay said “Love, why don’t you show Shekhar what’s underneath your dress.”Mmm...…this was going to be fun!! I sat back in my chair and watched as she slowly began undulating to a tune in her head and began to undress. Very quickly, she was standing before me wearing only a black lace teddy…a perfect complement to her olive skin. I stood up and moved to her, running my fingers lightly over the skin of her arms….down her side and along. That was what I was wearing when I left the pub, how did I end up dressed like this.I had an itch between my legs and felt down to scratch myself only to find the largest lump of male organ and it was still flabby. Hell what size was it when hard. That was the least of my worries for now. I checked the wallet in the coat and there was a little blue and green four paged book which had a royal crest and labelled National Registration Identity Card. Inside was a number and a surname: Marshall;. I hope you know who that someone is. BTW I am Mathew your senior and from your same hometown.Anita: Oh, I am Anita your junior, even though you know ‘everything’ about me.Me: Haha, not ‘everything’ though. So whats up? How’s college and Chennai? Getting used to hostel and stuff huh?So let me fast forward the chat. The chat then went on to her talking about her family, hostel life and the usual favorite actors’ food and things.Me: So what’s making you stay up late at night? Chatting with a. Then with her amazingly wet fingers, she slides her hand back down, past her pussy lips and to her tight little asshole. The dream from last night resurfaces and she feels an incredible desire to repeat it.She slides a finger easily into her ass, slowly at first. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she groans. “Fuck yes, that’s it.” The feeling is nearly as incredible as it was last night. Never had she thought it could feel this wonderful or else she would have played with her ass long.