I hope you guys enjoyed the first part.Guys who have read the first part of my story probably know me. For those who don’t know me, here is a short ...ne. I am basically from Mumbai working overseas on a ship. I am 25, stand 5’9″ tall with a lean beach body.So, let’s get started with the story. My African girlfriend licked my saliva and spat on my lips and gave a naughty smile. I held her back strongly in the same position as she was on my lap. I slid my one palm under her hair from the back and. "What the....?" He said and looked around. "What was that for?" "For being a dirty drow. You want to have sex with her." she said sitting on his shoulder. He looked at her. "Who wouldn't?" he asked. "It's a thing that me and my friends do. What would you do if you were in my position?" "I don't know." she then flew off of his shoulder and turned her self into a normal sized human next to him in the tree. He jumped a little but caught himself in the tree. "Fuck me sideways." He said and quickly. I had invited my girlfriend, Disha to my flat that I have rented. She was probably aware of what was about to happen, but she came anyways. Since we are in Delhi, it is bound to be cold in January. I welcomed Disha when she came and had her seated in my drawing room that was right at the entry to my flat. I asked her if she was hungry and then we had our lunch and were all feeling sleepy when Disha said that she was feeling cold. I asked her if she wanted a quilt and on her saying yes, I. Their eyes met, he smiled easily, not forced, not leering nor the typical fake smile so common in these parts. Up close, the eyes were positively captivating, she knew those eyes, she had dreamed of a man with those eyes. He moved to the bar and took the seat directly in front of her. The deep, pacific ocean blue eyes never left hers. He spoke, extending his hand as he did so. ‘You look beat. I’m Jeff. I apologize for interrupting what is probably the first break you’ve had all night but could.