Ashmi already told me that she was in a relationship but I always wanted to make her my girlfriend. We were flirting and having sexy chats, talking ab...ut our sex fantasies. I was literally crazy after seeing her pics online. She was hot, modern, perfect figured etc. I wanted to fuck her at any cost.After taking a flat on rent in Mumbai, I joined for the classes. I informed her that I was in Mumbai. She texted back saying that she will be coming to Mumbai the next week for 2 weeks as she was in. I gather the cotton together with the cloth belt, buckling it into its delicate silver.“How tight, Oma?”She stands, crossing the short space to me atop her heels like a trapeze artist. Would I ever be as graceful as she is, perched daringly above the abyss? Her fingertips are between my belt and my hips.“No, that is right, just enough to pull the fabric above tight but not so much as to make you uncomfortable, my dear.”Oma takes my left hand in hers and leads me to the bed. We sit, me beside. I stood in back of them and watched as Shari gently took his hand and led it under her dress to make contact with her exposed, and now wet, pussy. Travis (his name) looked cool, yet shocked and stunned by her forwardness. But he began rubbing her pussy under the table anyway. Ten more minutes and they were leaving the table. Shari spotted me as she turned and called me. Shari had become very comfortable asking (telling?) the Black guys she had stumbled upon that she had a BF, and he'd be coming. Alec and Shauna had slipped in when he walked towards them and they all waved to Danielle as they pulled away. Dave thought it was strange that he was the one leaving for a change. He had watched some former lovers drive away and out of his life - now he was staring into the rear view mirror wondering if maybe he was making another mistake. Was he letting another incredible woman slip out of his life? Would he ever be ready to settle down and love just one woman?The first half hour on the road.