E losing my virginity. He finished his pee and came back. Still laughing and my laughing eventually turned to playful giggles. I leant in and kissed h...m on the lips, while kissing,I slowly opened my lips and let his tongue slip inside and caress my tongue. He broke off the kiss and ran his hand through my hair. He was hot and so was I, so this time around there was not much foreplay. He instantaneously put his hand on my breasts and started playing with those. I had not worn any bra. Keeping in. So I used to be very close to both of them. They too were close to me. We used to exchange notes.They used to come to my house and I used to go to their house. Sometimes, a few of us girls and boys used to go to the movies and picnics. In short, we were close.One day, the day I lost my virginity, I went to Madan’s house. Madan was one of the two guys I liked in my class. Abhijit was the other guy. Both had called me to Madan’s house.I went there around 11 am. Madan’s parents were not there. I. My desires for sowing my oats and my sweet talking talents were a perfect blend for the 7-8 year tour that still amazes me to this day.I was freshly out of college back in 1992 and landed a pretty cool job traveling to school boards and education conferences. I had the task of selling books and education materials to teachers. The gender mix at these events was probably 70% women and 30% men. Of the female group, the marriage rate was probably around the same. I was very successful in the sales. Marcie did turn me on andshe wasn’t the sort of woman that you would kick out ofyour bed. By the next morning, I was so worn out from ourvigorous all-night lovemaking session that I didn’t care ifPriscilla never returned home. That woman could show afootball team a thing or two about endurance. Marciestayed with me all day – I didn’t get a bit of work done. Shechanged clothes two or three times but it was to model herlingerie for me. Whenever I asked what was.