”That stopped the conversation as both women felt the pangs of loneliness that Paul’s absence brought on. The final decision was made before they ...poke, and the house was theirs, except for the paperwork.The deal was done and they got the keys before the real closing, but money talks and Lynn had walked in with a bag containing the $1,100,000 they had settles on. No check for her. Cash meant cash. Now came the hard part. Logistics.“Erin, do we want to have the sisters together or do we want to. So this was one of those massage parlor visits. One fine afternoon, I headed to a massage parlor. On reaching, the owner called some 6-7 girls who were there in the parlor and asked me to select one. I saw one Nepali girl (let’s call her by name, Dia) and I just loved the way she was.She was around 20, nice, petite, slim, straight hair, around 5’4″, and had something in her eyes and in her little smile. I immediately selected her, gave the massage parlor guy the money, and went in. This massage. Being a bit geeky and an introvert, my sexcapdes in college were limited. I dated only a few girls, mostly fell for the curvy ones. While many of them ended in raunchy makeout sessions, a couple of them resulted in us having amateurish intercourse.My first intercourse was with a girl named Rumi. Rumi was short, lean, and petite, quite contrary to my sexual taste. However, we loved the geeky conversations, and one thing led to another, and on a fine evening, we found ourselves naked in bed, in. ” While licking her nipples, I positioned myself between her legs. She grabbed my dick and positioned it at her opening as she pulled me into her pussy. The warmth and wetness of her pussy was unlike anything I had ever experienced.I thrust my self into her and began to slowly slide in and out of that amazing space. She completely wrapped my cock with warmth and I felt every side of her, She began to frantically buck as she approached another orgasm. As wave after wave of pleasure racked her.