Hamne pina shru kiya aur sath mein songs sun rahe the, 2-3 peg e baad hum dono ko nasha hone laga. rahul bhaiya mujhe kuch udas se dikhein maine pucha...“bhaiya kya hua aap itne udhas kyun ho gaye achanak”. bhaiya ne kaha “kya bolun sis tum to jaanti hi ho meri girl friend pooja ke baarein mein. “. Maine kaha hai wo to kitni sundar hai aur marti hai aape” aur mein muskura di. bhaiya bolen ” kya bolun ,she is completly “bitch”. maine pucha kyun kya hua.rahull bhaiya ne bataya ki jab wo pune aa. She agreed and we continued our chatting. We struck cords and soon we came on first name basis.I was on official tour and having completed my task in the morning, I had visited the spot to kill time and return back to mysore in the evening. I had not booked any accommodation. She was put up in a decent hotel and suggested we stay there. Due to some instinct, I did not reveal my original intentions. The receptionist at the hotel objected on us staying together due to obvious reasons. She argued. Full, flaring hips, round and succulent from behind, her ass like the lobes of a ripe peach, all the visual signals that shout “FERTILITY!” and “FEMALE!” to me. A member of the “nubility” as it were. Between her legs, the ultimate prize. What is it about a woman’s slit that can bring strong men to their knees? It’s just a little fold, the vulva round and smooth, because she is shaved, but there’s almost nothing to it at all, yet it is what we men fight wars for, fight each other for, are. Jon told me how much the guy likedmy pictures. It made me feel good to know he thought Iwas hot. Then Jon and I started discussing the stories.Jon asked me what I liked and didn’t like about thestories. In talking about the stories I could see me in parts ofthem. It also made me think about the man who wrotethem. This guy obviously understood that sex was notjust slam me on a mattress. His stories showedengagement, thought, and included me and Jon. I startedwondering what this man would.