Frankly, the Indian average is quite a bit less than that  But whatever, if you look past that, it’s great personal experiences.If you’d like t... give me feedback or just say hey, drop me a line at I live in Bangalore right now, not that that’s relevant to the story. This happened a good 10 years ago. I was 26 at the time and I had a cousin who was quite a bit younger than that. She was a precocious girl, by which I mean, she was curious about the body when she was just a kid. I lived abroad. When the two of them got together and had found some privacy they would still taste each other and bring each other to a climax. They had found they even liked the taste of each other’s cum and swallowed it. Whenever the little boy was licking and sucking on the little girls’ clit and getting his tongue into her love tunnel she would squirt when she climaxed, getting little boy’s face all wet. He had learned to bring along a big rag to clean his face.But then just the day before school was to. He loved how each orgasm seemed stronger and more intense than the last, and his strong aerobic and athletic conditioning helped him have the stamina for achieving it. He took great delight in forcing himself to push beyond limits for more and more orgasmic delights. He also developed a tremendous infatuation with eating pussy, and pleasured many girls in ways no one would ever match. He learned rhythms and stroke techniques with his cock, and developed a keen sense of how to make a girl have. Soon, instead of polyester knee-length greyshorts, Wally was wearing a cotton knee-length grey skirt. By thispoint, Wally had his eyes closed and didn't seem to notice the change infabric. I took a moment to admire how the light material displayed hisbutt, then I reached under the skirt with the roll and started massagingthe backs of his thighs with it.When my hands reemerged from under the grey fabric, the backs of hislegs down to the knees were the same tone as his back, and the fleshthere.