That turned to one of those deep, meaningful conversations. The kind that you used to have late at night in college, the kind that inevitably led to o...e or the other saying "please, don't leave, stay the night", the kind that always led to the bedroom.She took him to her house, of course. Bohemian, spartan, the books of a woolgathering student and intellectual. Herbal tea. The first kiss in the kitchen, the second in the hall, the third in the living room. Sprawled on the couch, hands grasping. ?Ji?!?.Ignoring his question he held his arm and made him sit on her left side making sure that their thighs firmly pressed along each other .Candidly but with a confident motion Neha put her arm around his neck pulling him closer to herself .Without giving Sudhir any time to react, she bent sideways and captured his mouth with hers !!! Mean while she boldly thrust her hand into his crotch and started rubbing and fondling his semi hard cock and balls over his pajamas. She was shamelessly. I wanted to do what cameinstinctively to men and just start humping but I waited. I soon wanted torub his butt like he did mine, so I started to spread open his but andstarted to circle his anus with my finger. Boy the moans that came out ofhim showed he was having a great time, and I was happy to give it to him. Istopped for a sec but not to wet my finger but to push myself back more inwhich I then spread his cheeks again and now licking his area. That tookhim by surprise and he said "Woah you. You'll carry those scars forever, and it's all my fault. Can you ever forgive me?" Now Jan began to cry in earnest.Cindy took the woman in her arms and held her close, whispering, "Jan, Dan and I talk about it, too. He touches the scars and I tell him how happy I am that they're there. Without them I would still be in the running for the title of the world's most obnoxious bitch. Except I probably would have retired the trophy by now. Darling Jan, you changed me for the better. I'm still.