I came to India when I was 20 for studies. Now, I am 28, working in Delhi. Today, I will narrate the story of how I banged a girl for the first time, ... Punjabi girl in a college near Chandigarh. I then became her guilty pleasure.First of all, let me describe myself. I am of average height with a muscular body frame. I am fair, have greenish eyes, and a reddish light beard. Living in India has made me quite fluent in Hindi, although I speak it a little differently.All the incidents took place. Locking the door and placing the key on the side-table, he approached her and placed a kiss on her lips while she slipped her glasses off and tossed them onto the desk.Her five-six frame to his six-one, she was on tiptoe as she lost herself in the moment, his hands on her lower back, moving down to her tight buttocks. Moaning softly as she felt him pressing against her, she hoped the time would pass as slowly as possible. As he tossed his jacket over the chair in the corner, she kicked her. I was wearing my business clothes and knew that anyone looking over at us would wonder why a woman dressed like me was standing near a derelict like this guy. But I didn't care at that moment all I wanted to do was lie down beside him and let him make me dirty. The urge was strong to just climb on top of him and fuck his brains out. I looked down as my shadow was projected over his face and he opened his eyes groggily to see who was there. I didn't say a word; I just knelt down beside him and. I opened the inner door, pulled the sled in and stopped at a large comp board. I looked at the names and removed the destination after mine.I pulled the sled deeper into the shop and nodded to a couple of women and a man. I opened the sled; pulled out the head, pelt, paws and moved them to a large table. One of the women moved to the table, "That is a large one."I nodded as I put everything else on another table to be cleaned and aired out. The woman was already working on the pelt as I.