Right before I pushed I asked her, "Do you still have a hymen?" No," she replied, "at cheerleading camp someone would always bring a dildo for us to p...p our cherries with."Sounded good to me. I inserted my virgin cock into the big boobed blonde's virgin pussy. It felt like my dick was wrapped in a piece of warm, moist, soft silk. I continued to slowly insert it letting her get used to the intrusion while I was already trying to hold back an orgasm. "Ashlyn, I'm about to cum but I will bounce. “I’ll be wearing a dark blue and yellow Kurti,” she said. “Sunita says that you like our traditional wear and I’ll have a Bindi too!”She had me stammering once again. “Th... that will be fine. But what is a Kurti?”“It’s what you might call a shirt dress,” she explained. “Our men wear a Kurta which is like a long collarless shirt.”“I see,” I responded. “Well, I’m sure that you’ll look very... nice in it.”“I hope so. Sunita says that you are a man of taste and she has been very precise about some. It was my birthday! Megan is nineteen and it was partly because of the big deal Dad had made of her eighteenth birthday that had me so excited about my own. If my present was anywhere near as good as Megan’s I’d be a very, very happy girl indeed. Megan huffed audibly as Dad sat in the chair to my right and began enthusiastically lighting the candles with his old silver lighter. I sneered at Megan while Dad was concentrating on the candles and she rolled her eyes sullenly in return. “Do I have. Knowing the man, I felt sure it would be some crude sexual obscenity and I tried plenty, but without success.Finally I called it a day and went home, feeling hot, sweaty, dusty and fed up.It was a fairly typical home evening, differing from the night before only in that instead of letting Wendy pounce on me the instant I got home I insisted on having a shower first, and the food this time was Chinese. I noted that I was already beginning to accept these comforts as no more than my due, and I.