Gunga Din nods to me as well and turns to give young Galahad a hand back up."The grass is fine, Galahad, but you can not spend you life huddle in a ba...l by the gate," he says in his usual calm tone."I don't care where I spend my life," Galahad comes back. "Just as long as I don't have to get back into that thing." He waves an accusatory hand to the Hummer."It's an acquired taste," Gunga Din agrees and makes a sour face.I don't stick around for the rest. I am sure that Galahad is in good hands. I wanted to touch her silky straight hair and feel her ass, but I stopped myself.That night after dinner, I sent her a message. She replied to my silly questions and kept messaging well past midnight.Prithvi: How old are you?Nikki: haven’t you heard? Never ask a woman her age.Prithvi: I’m 22.Nikki: I submitted my thesis, should get a doctorate soon.I don’t know when I’d slipped into sleep. But the last message was from Nikki when I woke up. She was checking if I was awake. I couldn’t wait any. I was massaging her lower back now. I kept going down and started massaging till the top of the salwar pushing it slightly back ( as much as the tight nara will allow) to massage her tail bone. Then even without her realising (as she was enjoying the massage now) I loosened the naara. I kept massaging her and kept pushing the salwar down an inch at a time till it was till half her ass. Then without saying anything I removed the salwar in one swift motion. Surprisingly she did not say anything. Mainly, we just had intercourse whenever Will felt the desire. I was essentially his bitch, which lately had started to make me feel down because I really liked him and he obviously was too traditional to overcome the necessity of an acceptable FEMALE girlfriend. It was easy to hide this type of thing from Colt because he was a freshman when I met him. Even as friends, he was intimidated by my age and seniority so it wasnt like any socializing was happening among my group of friends and him. In.