Once inside, there was a mattress on the floor and that was about it. I was about to ask him a question when he began kissing me. Honestly, his breath...was a lil strong but his tongue in my mouth helped me relax and feel the passion. I enjoyed kissing him, my first black man, his hands on my butt, squeezing it. He pushed my pants and panties down so he could grip my ass with his hands. It felt so good, his skinny long fingers squeezing my butt. I loved it. Every now and then he would tickle my. My hand shake as I open it up. He told Jim he knew I was real and really want to fuck me and wanted to set it up as soon as possible. Dam , what do I do now. So I ended up writing back and ask him when and where he was thinking and how he wanted to do this, I sent it and in few minute he wrote back, He wanted me to come to his place tonight and sent his address and 9pm and wanted me to show up wearing stocking, garters heels and long coat and that’s it. wow this guy is for real and he. Since we both were not in touch with many days, Sneha was liking to talk more.After half an hour, I took her in front of the mirror and from the back I started kissing on her neck. I was holding her with my hand, her fingers and my fingers tight and with one of my hand slowly rolling out her saree. I couldn’t describe the moments that we feel when we remove the clothes of women. Sneha was rolling around with saree. Now, after I removed her saree, she was in a lehenga and a blouse. I removed her. Not even possible….it’s got to be real right?’Stunned I retreated out of his mind and shifted over to another student and found almost the same thoughts running through her head.I went back to my physical form in numb shock. What exactly had happened when I had left the dance? Did someone follow me? I hadn’t even checked to see if there was someone passing on the road. I mentally cursed myself out and immediately raised my hand to ask to go to the bathroom.Two minutes later I was out of there.