I always imagined her getting down on her knees , unzipping my pant , and taking my 5 inch dick in her mouth.Well those were just fantasy; I completed...my engineering. And the union was somehow broken.Three years passed, now I wasn’t a teenager I was 21 yr old young man , 5ft 10in , well build. I had a girlfriend Neha, she was beautiful. I was employed in one of the most reputed company of our country and things were going good. Rachana ma’am (yes the lady I mentioned above was Rachana ma’am). "The higher-ups want me to organize the Arabs into a guerilla fighting force to go against those blighters, the Ottoman Turks. I figured this is the best way to attract those Arab blokes' attention before I can pitch the sale. Watch this." The British army officer turned the crank on a Victrola a few revolutions and set a record to playing a lively Middle Eastern dance tune. He struck a seductive pose and began to sway his hips and undulate his belly in time to the drum beat. I could tell he'd. " He already had the belt undone and was unzipping his jeans, opening them and pushing them down his hips, exposing his boxer briefs. He pushed the pants to his ankles, kicked his shoes off, and pulled his very muscular sexy hairy legs free. I imagined my hands stroking them, my mouth... He stood, more steadily than I expected. "This requires ceremony," he chortled, unbuttoning his dress shirt. He wore no tee and his abs and chest had a sprinkling of dark hair over well developed trim muscle.. "Two days," I grinned."Dinner, wine, empty house, no curfew for Craig--all in two days? That's pretty impressive." Well, I didn't have time to cover the bed with rose petals, but the rest worked OK. So far," I said impishly. "You know, this big brain of mine comes in handy sometimes." It does, huh? Well, I guess that gives me my marching orders for the evening." He drained the rest of his wine. I followed suit."What marching orders are they?" I asked."That big brain of yours?" he said, as he.