. A minute later he drew back. He was saddened and just a little angry."Andrea," he said, "I was wondering. You never told me why it is you like the s...ene so much."She looked a little startled. They'd often done scene negotiation, but never had much discussion beyond that."You know what I like Ken," she said."I know what you tell me you like, yes. However, that wasn't what I asked. I asked why you like BDSM."She frowned. She didn't want to go there. She'd had a bad day at work and just wanted a. She wears a nightie at home and looks like an exotic goddess most of the time. A lot of times, I have masturbated imagining about her.But one day my fantasies got a tinge of reality. I finally made love with my Pooja aunty.It happened 2 years back when I was studying college final year. I was home for the summer vacation. One fine day, my mom was gone to a relative’s place for a gathering and I was left alone at home. My dad was at the office and would only be back by evening. All this meant, I. ”Instead of saying ‘NO’ again I went ahead and allowed masculine instinct to guide my decisions. Grabbing my swollen erection with one hand, I spread Punita’s pussy mound with the fingers of the other. I guided my cockhead in through the delicate inner pussy wings and allowed the head to penetrate until it settled against the tender hymen.I waited. Just as I hoped, Punita’s vaginal hole began releasing a torrent of penile lubricant. My cockhead bathed in a pool of hot, sticky-wet moisture. The. Allison blushed. Leave it to her to meet a hunk of a guy and instead of introducing herself to him, she accuses him of sitting in the wrong place. God Delaney, no wonder why you've never had a boyfriend, she thought, her cheeks growing even warmer."Colin Salinger," he introduced, his warm smooth hand gripping hers firmly.Her mouth fell open, just a bit, as she stared up at him, momentarily forgetting her name. "Uh, Allison Delaney," she finally croaked, mesmerized by those incredible green.