At the end of the evening her handshake was firm as she thanked him for the meeting. He had replied he had been glad to help and, if she required any ...urther information on India that he was staying at this hotel.It was on Sunday morning he received a call from reception to say a young lady wished to speak with him. He found Dr. Fletcher waiting for him, dressed in a heavy coat for protection from the cold December wind. He guided her into the lounge where a waiter took her coat and took his. “I have some things to do.”I could tell he got the hint. He pulled his pants up and stood up. “ Well I’m two doors down if you change your mind.”“Good to know.” I wasn’t trying to be a bitch, but I think he got that idea. He went to the door, and felt this wave of something great escaping me, so I went to him, and kissed him. “Maybe we can have an appropriate first date tomorrow.”“Sure. On me. Ill come by tomorrow.” That was it. He left. When the door slammed shut, I felt the uncontrollable. My mother continued with my education during this time, teaching me how to sexually gratify her and helping me learn the techniques so necessary to being a rewarding lover. We were having sexual contact nearly every night and occasionally would have an afternoon or morning session, as well. I remember one new and exceptionally exciting experience during this period. On that particular night her pussy was already sopping wet and sticky from our foreplay. I was crouched between her legs and. 'Holy shit, you're dripping wet!' said James, sliding a finger into my pussy. Chris moved closer to me, and I took the hint, grabbing his dick and leaning down to suck it. James started to pull the plug out of my asshole, and I grunted as it popped free. I felt James press his cock against my asshole, and I turned around to watch as he guided it with one hand, his other hand gripping my waist. 'Ohh, fuck yeah!' he groaned, as his hard dick slid slowly into my tight asshole. 'Shit, that is so.