“Mala, I think you could start it by removing your dress and becoming naked.””Now?” asked Mala auntie.”Yes. Right now, right at this moment�...� Anandhi confirmed it on a firmer note. She continued saying, “OK. Let me help you undress.”So we all four stood on the open terrace, the night moon shining a bit on us. The moonlight and candlelight, proving to be quite a bit of romantic combination for us. It was well near 11pm. Janaki stood beside me as Anandhi helped Mala get out of her dress in the. My thumb brushes your lips and you quickly part them and bite my thumb before letting it go. You look deep into my blue eyes and try to hear what I’m saying to you, but a flush is spreading up your chest, to your neck and face.It is so difficult for you to concentrate as you feel my two fingers slide so slickly in and out of you increasingly wet pussy. Finally, I slide them in deep and hold them inside you as my thumb starts to circle your swollen, aching clit. Once again, the sensations are. " It's not you," I said. "It's me. I'm just so small." Don't worry about." Jenna said as we cuddled next to each other. "Iwon't ever ask you to put yourself in me again and embarrass you. Iwon't embarrass you because you penis is just so small. Unless you likeme teasing you about, but we don't have to try intercourse again." I like the teasing, but trying to have intercourse is too much." Teasing, but drawing the line at intercourse?" Yeah." Okay," she smiled, "why don't you jump up and model. As I drifted to dreamy, deep and surprisingly sound sleep I feared disappointment, or belief of deception. What did you think of my limp, or what black clients and black friends all call my ghetto strut. I wondered if you thought of the Simon & Garfunkel song entitled the ‘Boxer’ who wore reminders of every punch suffered. Again, so far away, yet, this time, so close. I did not want a public meeting. I wanted to meet, touch, know you privately, for hours or days, room service, day trips, in.