We should be able to talk about it, right?” “I’ve hooked up twice. But… nothing much happened. I mean. I guess I’m still a virgin.” “So ...ou haven’t…?” “I haven’t fucked anyone, no. Or been fucked.” “Do you want to?” “Of course. But I’m still feeling my way. Both of the guys I was with were a bit older, and a LOT more experienced. I was scared. They were nice to me and everything, but they both made it clear they wanted more than I was willing to give at that point.” “So what… what did you do?”. The sales girl understood and told my wife I mean my mom that it was the latest design. I asked for black and green color saree. It was highly translucent.They understood my taste and showed us similar kind of stuff in yellow, pink and red. Then we went to the blouses section. There I asked the sales man to show the latest designs. Then he showed some pictures and said that these would suit for your wife". This time my mother felt shy. I took the pictures and selected a design that is a low cut. I trace my fingernails along your neck from its base to your head and back again, my hand pushing your head more firmly against my neck, the heat in my body rising. I wrap a leg around you, wanting to be closer still. You feel so fucking good. I release your head and move to massaging your shoulder and bicep. I love how you feel. Firm. Strong. So warm. Your temperature is rising now, too, as we caress each other. You move your mouth again to nibble and kiss my jaw and chin as you slowly trace. She used to stay in a hostel with a girl called Anisha. They both were great friends and often called boys over the weekend to their room and used to have sex with them. They even had threesomes and foursomes. Life was lit for them.But due to some unfortunate events, Anisha was forced to shift to Mumbai as her college had ended. She had gotten an offer from NIFT in Mumbai to teach there.Shaila got upset on hearing this news, and she was filled with emotions. She was quite overwhelmed. She was.