"... ask Sanders, and don’t send freshmen."They had these exchanges often. It portrayed the notion of sending recruits to the football captain as ri...ky. Alec didn’t think so. Albeit a freshman, he was good with words. He knew he could get Sanders to bend, even if just this once. His eyes surveyed the field, scanning the faces of beefy, huddled jocks. Sweat laced their chiselled bodies, and an afterthought clicked in Alec’s mind. Shit, they’re hot.He’d have opted for a spot in the middle of. Society had gone through the sexual revolution of the 1960s and into the risqué, 70s. Sex was in the air. Women wore very short mini skirts, gauze tops, skimpy halter tops and tiny bikinis. Men wore bellbottoms tight at the crotch and, speedo swim suits and gauze shirts. I look back at the fashions and wince. Everyone smoked pot. We were a very social couple and went to a lot of parties where there were a lot stoned people, psychedelic music and a lot of fooling around by married couples.. Then we fixed it one Sunday they invited me to lunch and I reached their home and he opened the door and invited me in that’s when I saw Rani standing and welcoming me she was so tight north Indian with the height of 5.7 with fair skin tone and very deep red lips that make us eat them and with a size of 36-34-35. She was wearing a red saree with sleeveless blouse were her navel and hot side of boobs were visible. She made a heavy moment in my pant. Then we had sat and spoke and introduced. I have climaxed after a pretty long time. Thank you my dear, i am so happy’. Saying so, she bent down and gave a sweet kiss on my lips and fondled with my hair. I was also happy and relaxed. I said, ‘mom, i want to ask you something. But please don’t be angry’. Mom said, ‘honey, how i can be angry with you? You are a real darling. Go ahead and speak what you have in mind’.I closed my eyes and said, ‘mom, though this is my first experience, i read such books and also watch xxx movies at times..