I didn’t have much money left. So, going to Delhi and having free food for 20 odd days with my cousin sister’s money sounded great! So, off to Del...i!Damn, I was late. I reached hurriedly to the station and boarded my train. Two days of journey with good fellow passengers and some girls ogling after laughing at my jokes – It was a fun ride.I reached Delhi in the morning. I checked my inbox to get my mom’s text that read ‘Ashwitha Xoxoxox’.I called that number, to be picked by her.Saurav: Hey. You love this don’t you? You love being a dirty woman. Tell me how much you love me fucking your ass.”“Fuck my ass. I love it. I love being a dirty girl. I am going to cum.”And she did. She caught me off guard and stiffened up as she came. It wasn’t her loudest orgasm but it was a strong one. She seemed to stop breathing for a few seconds as she came. I did not move for fear of hurting her (and me!) and watched in amazement. When she came down a bit I asked her if she liked it.“Oh my god. I. We could all hear sporadic gunfire from the West and I assumed that was the direction of the movement to contact with the enemy. I imagined that the distance between the two forces was certainly less than two thousand meters and dropping with each passing moment. I was surprised that the artillery was not already engaged but the artillerymen were all relaxed and still eating their morning meals and drinking coffee like they were out on a picnic. Most of the pieces were of the short range. I wanted her dressed only in short skirts and dresses, some tight, some loose and light so they would fly up in a wind or twirl up when she was dancing. She would have to sit in a way that exposed her panties easily to any one who wanted to look. I was going to take her around to different places and expose her panties and legs. I would take her down Fremont street on a windy day. She would be wearing a skirt easily blown up in a breeze while carrying packages so she couldn't push it down. If.