She was leaning on my chest. I was cracking some jokes about my past.She was laughing continuously. While trying to hit me on my abs, she brushed my h...rd-on. I shouted in pain holding my hard-on. I looked at her, she was looking at my hard-on without even blinking her eye. She came to her senses and there was a moment of silence between both.Suddenly her phone rang and out of blue she hugged me in fear. I was feeling her boobs crushing against my chest. I looked into her eyes and there was. A subtle smirk flashes across your face. I've just given you permission to use me as you please, a pleasure you've never had the opportunity to take advantage of before. I've always been rather reluctant to do certain things, but now I have no choice but to comply."You'll do anything?" you ask, making sure I understand the extent of what I had just said."Anything," I confirm."Clothes off, in my room, on the bed, now," you demand.I quickly follow your orders. Removing my blouse and my plaid. Then she rose up and looked down at me she touched my lips and opened her mouth wagging her tongue up and down. I mimicked her and she sat down on me placing her fold right over my wagging tongue. My mouth was filled with the most exotic taste.I lapped happily away. This was just so cool!I felt the third woman rest her head on my stomach. I thought she might be tired until I felt a finger (I'm assuming it was hers) search out my back end and push inside! I was surprised and a little concerned. Did Nandini display her cleavage purposely so that I could mellow down? All kinds of thoughts started developing in my mind.Nandini Deshpande, wife of Navin Deshpande, one of the biggest manufacturers of cars and accessories in India. Why did she have to act like a slut in front of her nephew?In all these years, I have slept with at least 20 women – Maya, my mom; Ramya, my girlfriend; Miss Kotian, my Economics teacher; Miss Rupa Bose, my college principal; my neighbors in Mumbai, Mrs. Kinjal.