Vidya read the letters and looked at pictures of cock that dwarfed my average seven incher. We eventually plumped for him, who lived quite close by an... his picture showed a big cock. We called for him. His name was Ajay(name changed).Ajay visited us the following Friday night and he embraced Vidya immediately. He was wearing shirt and pant while Vidya was in blue saree. She was behaving like a newly wedded bride. We chatted, watched a video and let things happen naturally. The two of them were. The hardest part was settling on a recipe. In the end I settled for a cherry sherbet recipe. I had everything I needed except for a liqueur called kirsch.Amazingly, my Google maps search for kirsch got a hit on a place called La Czar, on the other side of Forestville from the FiberDyne plant. Spitting distance!I knew I could probably find the stuff in any upscale liquor store, but there was something pleasing about being able to say my sherbet was made from fresh cherries and locally made. I just laid back and concentrated on this sexy woman that was swallow my whole dick down her throat, Jacqui gave the wettest juiciest blowjob I had in awhile, damn. After about 10 minutes of this I knew I would blow my wad, if we continued like this so I pulled her head off my dick, she gave me a little frown, as she wiped her saliva and my pre-cum off her mouth, I pulled her up to me and kissed her and damn her lips were as sweet as her young daughters. I laid her down as I continue to suck. I wasn't totally ignorant. I had girlfriends who spoke of their experiences, saw an occasional magazine with naked men, once saw a porno film at a friend's home. When he leaned over to kiss me, I kissed back, though our lips stayed closed. He continued facing me and kissing me, his left hand on the back of my right shoulder. Soon his hand was tracing its way down my arm, sliding up again and down. I kissed harder, my lips opening a bit. I was waiting for him to make a move toward my breasts.As.