“Well, dear.”“Ok,” I said.He then kissed my lips. I thought he would suddenly take it away. But he didn’t. With his hands, he slapped my ass...cheeks and tightly squeezed them. We then used our tongues to kiss. We were kissing for a long time. Then finally he broke the kiss. We went to the place my husband was sitting.“Hey, Suresh. It’s urgent work. I’ve emailed you the necessary details. Can you go home and finish it?” Victor asked.“Yes sir, sure,” my husband said.“And can you please let Ramya. His jeans are snug, and now I’ve lost track of everything else, because he fills them out so perfectly, I know I’ve been staring too long. “Do I pass inspection?” He asks with a grin. “I think you’ll do,” I reply, deadpan, finally having found my own sense of humour. There’s a moment of silence, as he stands in my doorway and we look at each other. I get this funny feeling of a point of no return – that with his first single step into the room, there’s no turning back. “Do you want to talk?”. We were kissing passionately but Pooja broke the kiss and said that she wanted more. We drove back to the hostel and we sneaked into the girls hostel. The hostel had separate rooms for everyone.We both went to the bathroom in her room. I started removing my clothes and Pooja leaned in and kissed me again, this time biting my lips hard. At that moment, all I could hear was my heart pounding with adrenaline and the sound of her moaning as I kissed down her neck.She lifted off her dress and I. We literally fucked for hours. At that time in our country porn was banned, so we had the odd video to watch and a few magazines to wank over, nothing like it is today. And in those days there was no Dvd’s, cd’s or cellphones. We had watched a movie with John Holmes one day who has a massive cock. It turned us on to no end. Watching him sliding that huge fuck stick into a woman’s mouth, pussy and ass, drove us crazy. When he did a double penetration, Jen did not stop cumming. I knew she wanted.