Now let’s begin the story!Main pune k wadia colge me third year me padhta hun. Ek din colge se lote same maine walk karne ka socha kyo k colge se me...e Room pass hi tha, aur mausam bhi bhot acha tha. Maine us din apni favorite shirt pehni thi. Achanak jab me footpath pe chal raha tha to ek biker mere pass aa kar rkuka. Use dekh kar mai bhi ruk gaya..usne apna helmet utara or mujhse puchne laga, “aap ko kalyani nagar ka rasta pata hai??” he was abot 30… and looked quite descent. Maine kanha, “han. Now ... one other thing.” I paused as she looked up at me expectantly. “Madison, have you ever been with another girl or woman before?”“No ... I ... I haven’t.” I could see her face turning red again as she looked down.“Have you ever thought about it before? Wondered what it might be like?”She looked back up at me and I could see the curiosity in her eyes. “Yes ... yes I have.”“If I wanted you to do that some time, would you be interested if I could arrange it?”“Yes ... I ... I’d do it if you. I certainly couldn’t have invited in a man with whom I’d been so intimate. But at the same time, I didn’t want to be rude to someone who’d just rescued me from a broken car, and given me a lift across town. Dave being home rescued me from these difficult decisions.Now all I had to do was work out how to introduce my husband to the guy who’d finger-fucked me to multiple orgasms and then for dessert, had spewed copious amounts of his hot seed all over my face. ‘Dave, Daryl. Daryl, Dave. You guys. Call me Girt. Goodbye Ms. Vandereeken.” “Goodby Girt, goodby Vicky.”< Girt, what is it with that Elven eyes you bothered me with, in there. >< You really did not see the Elvish component in Ms. Vandereeken’s eyes now did you? >< No, what did you drink? She is not an Elf. >< We will talk of this at home. >----- On the way home I suddenly felt alone. Some unanswered big questions that had bothered me most of my life and the problems I should not have at my age crashed into each other.Why did.