Finally she knocked on his door and unzipped her coat and took it off. She smiled and looked into the peep hole of his door. He was looking through th...t peep hole. “Holy Mother of God,” he said under his breath as he looked at her body, of course the Kimono, and those longer well maintained legs she sported. “Oh my gosh,” he said, whispering. “Holy Mother of God…she’s come to my room and she’s dressed like that?” he added. He opened the door but his eyes were not on her face. His eyes were on. Spreading my knees, I open him up like a wish bone. I smile for a moment, taking in the tite pink hole that I had already come to know. Reaching for the nite stand, I grab the bottle of lube. Holding it about two feet above his ass, I squirt it out, landing perfectly on his perfectly round hole. Grabbing him again by the hair, I just mutter, “Relax dude—this is the part you been waiting for”. I pull my right arm back, to where my fist was behind my ear. Then slamming it down to the small of his. On what should have been the night of the competition, there was a really bad storm outside. I heard footsteps outside in the hallway and then they stopped outside my door. I waited to see who it was, and when it appeared that whoever it was was just going to stand there, I went to the door and opened it, shocked to see Zoe standing there close to tears. Whats wrong? I asked her, a bit lamely as I knew it was probably because of the storm. Confirming my suspicions, she told me that the storm. I turned it down and told her that it was OK and silently walked away. Next day at 6 in the evening when I was standing near the pond, Sukhmani called me from behind and so I turned towards her she was wearing this brown cotton saree. She was looking sexy and I could not take my eyes off her boobs. She asked me why I turned down their invite and told me that Mannu felt really bad about that. I told her that I have made it clear about what I wanted from her, and keeping my face dull.I told her.