As if in a dream she simply sat there, until the whistling kettle reminded her of her thirst. She quickly made herself a coffee and half hoping she ha... imagined the phone conversation. But no exactly fifteen minutes after the phone call there was a knock on her front door, should she answer, could she answer and more importantly could she allow herself to be transported to the Promised Land.As if with a mind of their own, her feet steered her to the front door, her arms belied her worries and. He tried to push them down from my waist, but that I wouldn’t allow! I did let him slip his hot sweaty palm under the edge of the elastic of my forgiving cotton knickers though, and he played with my soft apricot coloured pubic hair. My pubic mound wasn’t all that hairy then, and still isn’t today, most of my pubic hair grows around my outer labia. What hair I did have on my mound, however, was short, and very curly, he ran his fingers through it gently, stroking my flat tummy, wide hips and. Even though I wasn’t a drinker, I bought a bottle of J.D. Black Label. I fixed myself a drink and poured Alex a glass of juice. I was still anxious, so I made myself another drink. By the end of the second drink, I was feeling pretty good. Just one or two more and I’ll go off to bed…The next thing I know, I’m laying across the bed looking up at the ceiling. Someone is pulling off my shoes and socks. I feel hands unfastening my shirt buttons then move down to my pants. I made an attempt. Me: Kuch naya karo fir.Sangita: Hmmm.Then she opened her pallu and put on my face completely. I was very near to her boobs covered in bra and blouse. I was feeling the smell of it.Sangita: Sonu, aa jao, dekho uncle ko de doongi.Then she put my face close to her boobs and it was almost there to touch. But her kid came again.Me: Ye wala idea kaam kar gaya.Sangita: Dekhte hai, aage kitne din kaam karta hai.Me: Ye nahi to aur koi. Kuch na kuch to kaam aa hi jayega.Sangita: Haa.Now this went on for.