I watched silently: better to say nothing than feel the wrath forsaying anything! "Undo the bra clasp in the back and be quick about it."It was more ...f a directive than a request. Her voice sounded firm andauthoritative. She allowed the blouse to drop from her shoulders. Theback of her skin was warm and soft as I unhooked the bra.Susan turned and faced me as she let the bra fall to the floor. "This iswhat you want isn't it? These are real, not like those pathetic thingsyou have there."I. Twice as many men have sexual fantasies and they are three times more likely to share those. Not just that. They are more contented with life in general than women - much more satisfied with their jobs and just as happy as women with their health, social, family and financial lives. About a 100 years back, Sigmund Freud had famously confessed that the one great question he could never answer was: "What does a woman want?" Today's Indian men do not seem interested in asking that question, as. Well, all bar one, a man with a building desire between his legs, for the tender and sweet curves I had been blessed with by nature herself.I dozed in small fits, dropping in and out of consciousness, not fully aware of my panties being removed, until they glided over my bare ankles and possibly into his trousers pocket, those last threads of cotton that formed a gossamer shield over my moist lips, feeling him gently pry them apart to feel the soft suction of my cunt, as his fat finger dipped. For days afterward she felt her body returning to normal. And when the twinges of rawness left her nipples, and her cunt stopped throbbing in memory of its plundering by Rick's monstrous organ, she almost began to miss the physical evidence of such a violently sexual evening.Well, at least I don't have to worry about being a lesbian any more, she thought. Not if I miss having the holy hell fucked out of me like that. God, I really do think I'd just die on the spot if I had both of them fucking.