Cassie had informed me that we would be meeting our ‘fourth’ at the arena. As we walked up toward the arena entrance, I saw an absolutely knock-ou... blonde standing by herself, looking around as if to find someone. When her eyes locked on Cassie and Denis, she walked up to them and embraced them warmly. I, of course, stood there stupefied. ‘Nathan,’ Cassie announced, ‘I’d like you to meet Kayla Van Sand. Kayla, this is Nathan Poirier.’ Cassie was smooth, and had adjusted to my new identity very. Her eyes searched for me. Now I thought its now time for me to make a move. The following weekend there was an orchestra organised for our community. So I was also there in the ground. She too had come there. She was wearing a maroon color saree. She was looking damn sexy for me. As you all know Indian women are best looking in saree. That exposes the women’s body at the right places. So that evening I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was with her friends all time. I followed her everywhere. It's my favorite tune. Oh! I almost forgot. In bondagesituations you need a safe word, so if you feel too stressed out or wantto stop, you can say the word and I'll back off. Let's use 'strawberry.'If you want to stop, just say the word 'strawberry,' Okay? So here's myversion of 'Agatha's Song' as played on Berrry."She stroked him, scratched him, and tapped his compressed skin in variousplaces, and to his surprise and her pleasure, music came out of his mouth.She really was playing his body. Before I knew what was happening her sweater was around her neck and her short skirt was playing parachute over my bare waist as she rode me hard. When I was her age the sight alone would have made it impossible to last over a minute, but in my present state of mind I lasted until she had cum three times. When she felt me finally join her, she collapsed on my chest and gave me a sloppy kiss."I knew an older guy would be a lot more fun! That was fucking awesome!" she gasped.It was better than.