Even as I took my very first dip, I was pulled down by the current and I had to get hold of sardar’s hand. And he was on my downstream and the Gange... pushed me against him. In steadying me, accidentally, he caught hold of my breast. Our eyes met. I could read the disturbance in his look.Though I was only eighteen and yet to be married, I was wearing a sari to pose as a married woman. In the turbulence of Ganges I found that sari was not a convenient dress. It exposed my thighs. I don’t wear. Saara kaam nipta ke jab didi nahane gayi,to mai us hole se jhakne laga.Mujhe sab kuch saaf dikh raaha tha.Didi apna saree,blouse and petticoat utar chuki thi.Mai unka panty aur bra khulne ka wait kar raha tha,ki tubhi didi ne meri manokamna puri kar di,unhone apna panty aur bra utar di…..Ufffff!!!!!! Kya lag rahi thi.Unka bada gaad ko chatne ka jii kar raha tha,aur wo jab bhi hilti unke football jaise chuchi jor jor hilta.Ye sub dekh mai pagal sa ho raha tha.Tubhi meri najar unke chut pe. It was 8.30 and she had to go back to her hostel.We left from there back to Jayanagar. Once we reached, we stopped near a tree and stood talking there for a little time. She challenged me that next time she will beat me in both the games and also a shuttle for the next time. That’s when I said, “All the best. But next time, we’ll make it more interesting with serious bets and dares for the loser.”She did understand it and she said, sure. We chuckled and said bye. We gave a long enough hug and a. I squatted over him and like a gentleman he presented his lovely 9 inch cock. I proceeded to place my hole around it. He threw his head back he knew that whatever I was about to do would blow his mind. I chuckled to myself thinking "this is only the beginning". I was focused making every effort to please every part of him left unsatisfied by that sad excuse of a wife. My hips were a slow tornado on top of him swirling and twirling like a cotton candy maker. The way I was moving would've made.