He peeked over his shoulder. She had rolled away from him onto her opposite side. Her bare back was beautiful. He slowly and carefully sneaked out of ...ed. Rain didn't stir.The man worked at his computer. At 6:00am he stood and quietly opened the curtains in front of him. As he sat, the morning sun entered. Movement was heard on the bed behind him. He looked at her blurred reflection in the window glass. She was sitting up with her with hands held high and her back arched in a feline stretch.In. I knew from the tantalizing gossip that had drawn me here that tonight was an initiation. I had wondered what sort of initiation. Now I knew that whatever else it was, it was my initiation into my own sexual self. Regardless of who they were initiating, I was being initiated into an understanding of the tingling tightness of my breasts, the inviting, pulsing warmth between my legs. At last, I would truly understand. I pressed my legs together, but it wasn’t enough. I slipped my hands under my. .my head was spinning like a spindle as I turned in my head in all directions and stared and drooled at their bums. I spotted one Bangladeshi woman, her hair was covered with a red cloth and her tight salwar kameez was hugging her hips so tight I wanted to follow her and I crossed the road and walked fast to catch up behind her, got my camera on and switched onto movie mode and started recording as I placed it hanging from my neck in front of my belly and started following her. As I got closer. I replied “yes i do” & i became bold enough & said i like your ass.she asked if i would like to touch her & before she had finished saying that i kissed her deeply in her mouth.We continued that for 10mins and played with our tongues.i just really loved that feeling . It was like tasting a jelly.i removed her nightie and she was in her bra & petticoat.although i was a virgin but i had all the knowledge of sex. I ripped her bra apart and preesed her boobs hard.she let a deep breath and moaned.