Everybody else goes back as classmates to at least Class IX. The Hindi and Punjabi in the schoolyard would leave an American feeling left out. They do...’t wear uniforms in that country -- as I said, the fortunate girl -- so our attire would be different. St. Mary’s was excellent in many respects, but not so good in schoolwear, even if you worship St. Mary.I, like my classmates, watched our newcomer over the first week. Tall, reddish hair (irrefutable proof of her Americanness, up to the mark in. My eyes took in thewail of her orgasm that my ears could not hear. Her eyes were still closedas she screamed out again and again for her own pleasure.She had to have been cumming hard.My own dick was pulsing, held back by sheer force of will. My hand wasdrenched in the clear, sticky, lubricating fluid of my pre-cum, which Iseemed to be spewing now by the bucketful. Then she finished as thetension in her figure suddenly relaxed. Like a catalyst my cock sprayedout milky, white fluid just at. With my permission we went out with the goal of getting her fucked by another man. Wearing her fuck me heels and a short yellow sundress, we went to a hotel bar a few exits out of town. I sat in the corner while at the bar she ordered a drink. It didn't take long for an attractive business man to hit on her. He was about 6' 4" very muscular and black. They danced and exchanged the usual small talk and flirting. Then after a few shots of tequila he invited her up to his room to which she replied. The last boy laid there on the floor, still panting. She kicked him in the balls to get him off her clothes. He wouldn't move, so she grabbed a sweatshirt hoodie and a pair of shorts that were way to big for her. She slid the hoodie over her 36C tits and could still feel how hard her silver dollar nipples were. The shorts were lose, but when they touched her cunt, she spread the semen to the crotch. She picked up her phone. "How many babe?"She hit reply and wrote '7fkr'Another message came.