"You little tart." Sarah laughed.Kirsty's hand went to her mouth, "Christ, I don't believe I said that out loud. But boy were they hot or what? I bet ...hey are at each other as soon as they get outside." Shall we take a look." We couldn't, could we?"The two girls looked at each other again. "Come on lets get outside." Kirsty finished her drink and headed to the door. Sarah was not far behind her. She was a little surprised at quite how the evening was turning out, but Kirsty really seemed. Nair was spending some time with herself, thinking over her recent weakness towards Borah. It had been many times that she had been with someone else, apart from Mr. Nair. And slowly she drifted into her past, thinking about the first incident when she had been in someone else’s arm, apart from her husband. She had been a loyal wife throughout her life, but this incident had happened a couple of years after the death of Mr. Nair.Aarushi and Sowmya were in middle school then, and it was. (I was pretty much the only person interested in this reputation.) The firstand only impressiveexpression of my precociousness was when I insisted on learning to read in nursery school. I loved talking and words, and once I could write them down I was a step closer to becoming myself. The upside of being a verbal kid is that adults often think you are bright, but children have another name for such a person: nerd. As I was going through puberty (early), I saw the necessity of shifting my focus. I was talking to my boyfriend about it and he said it was a gloryhole room, where women go into a room and guys stick their cocks through holes in the wall and the woman can do whatever she wants to him. He said I wasn't allowed to go in there, because he didn't want me playing with other cocks. So I put it out of my mind. When I was in the adult store one day I saw these hot young black men eyeing me up. Those of you who have read my other stories know I have a weakness for black men. So I.