M baad wo kisi goan me jane laga waha sirf khet or mango ke farm they road pe thode thode duri pe ghar fir jatin ek kachi sadak ki or jane laga or wah... ek juna sa goan me hota he na esa makan tha aaspass koi makan nhi tha jatin ne bike ghar ke pichey le gaya me bhi apni bike ek jagah rakh ke ghar ke pass dekhne lagaFir me dhime dhime ghar ke pass gaya muje dono ki aawaze sunai de rahi thi khidki me darare padi thi me khid ki me se dekhne laga raju or rima dono baate kr rahe they jatin ne. I retracted as slowly as I had gone in, I got a nice little rhythm going. We were making love. Slow gentle, passionate. She was moaning, her legs wrapped around me, her nails digging into my back. Her body arched up and her body tensed up tensed up again. her pussy clamped down on my dick like a pair of vice grips. I stopped, I waited for her pussy to release its hold on my cock. A wave of pleasure washed across her face, then she relaxed, her pussy let go, and I started pumping again, I wasnt. I knew that I had to do something polarizing to get her attention. She already knew with my opening statement (and my hard-on) that I was not her average customer and I meant business.Me : Accha. Toh isme saare kaam ho jayenge na.Kamini: Ha-ha.I slowly moved my right hand to Kusum’s pussy lips and rubbed her clit over her kameez. She was enjoying herself. With my left hand, I caressed her tits while I gave her a kiss on her lips. She was only 5’5 and I was 5’10-5’11 ish, so I had a height. The long drive in my truck got me looks from every girl walking on the campus. The bolder girls would walk over and say 'hello'. I liked the bold ones. I'm not gonna say I am God's gift to women, average high and I am in fit shape with a six pack, so I am a good looking guy. It was on one of these drives I ran across one of the best lovers I ever would have... She wore a purple sun dress that came to just below her knees, her body looked great from the distance I saw it, I would guess she was.