” I entered the washroom and locked the door. My ears were on the door. She opened the door and the first thing I heard was “What happened Himani,...why are you here?”, and my cousin replied “I was standing right here at the door since past half an hour and was listening what all was happening in here. Where have you hidden bhaiya?” My masi tried to misguide her but she knew everything.I was thinking that now we are caught, and maybe Himani will tell my mom about this. Then I heard the room’s. Or could I? And the wave built again. I bucked my hips toward his face and let him know I wanted it. I wanted him to know it felt incredible and I wanted more. As my third orgasm built to even a new high, I squeezed my hips together and rode the wave that washed over me. It was heavenly. As I came, I moaned with pleasure like I never had before. As he came up from between my legs, I needed to kiss him. The aroma of my pussy on his face and what his tongue had just done for me was very sensual.. ’ Both loved their drinks and wanted another. The bartender smiled at me. I was sure she didn’t remember me but on my previous trip my gay friend Bruce decided he wanted to go there so we did. He spent his time chatting up some t-girls as the bartender and I graded his effectiveness. Her name was Lauren and she was a short, terminally cute blonde. I liked her but assumed she was a lesbian. She likely assumed I was gay. Everyone that night assumed I was gay too. I was never asked. That evening. Pramila was one of them. I hastily took off my clothes and jumped in. I lied on her inserting my dick in. She used her hand to get it in. Grabbing the sheets I started fucking her.It didn’t took me long to get to the point of climax. Quickly I took out my dick and I came on her back. I really wanted to feel her lips but she wasn’t willing. So I whispered ‘thank you’ in her ear and rolled out of the bed. But before I could get out she held my hand. Pramila wasn’t satisfied yet so she pulled me.