Gone were the days when pakistani girls only wore shalwar kameez. Her hair were tied in a traditional plait and came half way down her back. She was s...im, no more than a 28 waist and from the cut of her suit i guessed her breasts were probably a comfortable 32 b. She wore no makeup and her dainty hands were neatly manicured. She was sensing i was eyeing her up and her glorious green eyes smiled mischeviously at my gaze. All in good time sir she said in her dimunitive voice. Soon there was a. I gave a tight spank on her ass. Damn, it moved like a wave. That wave movement of her ass made my dick jerk, and it slid further in her cunt. She moaned a little loud. I gave another spank, and my dick slid further in. With every spank, her cunt was getting wet, and my dick was sliding in with jerks.I held her saree, which I lifted till her waist and gave a harder stroke pushing my whole dick in her cunt. Her whole body jerked. She gave a loud moan, but luckily our compartment door was closed,. Do you think that he’ll wait till you are ready? I mean Mike is such a nice guy that its hard to imagine that he’d turn into a prick about this.” I was confused by the dynamics of their relationship. “I hope he will. You know guys change soooo much when it comes to sex Amy. Its like when we are at dinner he is the coolest, funniest guy in the world and I so want to be with him. But like when we are in his car at the end of the night its like all I can do to stop him and I can tell that he gets. .. I mean yeah, sure.” When we’d both got our drinks we went to one of the small tables at the back of the shop. As we took our seats his leg brushed mine. My breath caught a little with the small shock that coursed through me at the physical contact with him. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence. Neither of us knew exactly what to say to each other. It was strange to know so much about someone and yet to have never actually spent time together. I picked up my cappuccino and took a.