Finally, I told my friends that Pooja is staying in my place and everything that happened in between. All of them wanted to fuck her. I asked them to ...ait. I really liked Pooja and wanted her to be my serious girlfriend.But she was not interested. She wanted to marry a very rich guy and settle down. That’s her goal. Even though I’m rich, she still wanted someone richer. So I understood literally she was a whore for money.One day she said she is going to her native place. I said ok and dropped. Reluctantly I nodded my consent and she bouncedhappily on the bed. "Good! I knew you'd understand. For that, I'm going to give you apresent." What?" This."She leaned forward and embraced me as she pressed her beautiful velvetylips to mine then produced a soft silky nightdress from under her loosesilky blouse. "Here, you can wear this in bed. It's lovely and soft."I gasped and was almost about to refuse but Judith obviously understoodme better than I knew myself. The very touch of the nightie. I allowed my fingers to travel over my little white breasts, down my flat stomach and finally down to my delicate well used once virgin pussy. I allowed my fingers to explore the now swollen plumped up lips of my not so tight little pussy, they felt sore to the touch, yet very responsive to my touch and soon my fingers delved into their folds and started to work my little clit until another orgasm pulsed through my body.I got dressed and felt the need to go out and walk past the old paki man's. Dear Dairy. I feel alone in this world. Everyone of my old high school friends have moved onto careers and jobs yet I cannot. I feel like there is something calling me inside although I can not explain what.He flipped the pages to the next day.Dear Dairy. Today is a wonderful day. I meet a man who says he can help me with all of my problems. He even told me that I would be set free. When I asked him what he meant by being set free he told me I would find out soon enough. I think things are.