As she was opening the wine I had a chance to really observe her. Her breasts were smaller than I had thought, but her nipples were larger. They were ...ard and pointing straight out, so much so that I wondered if, despite her nonchalance, she might be more turned on by the situation than she let on. I also saw her lack of pubes, she was shaved smooth. Was she just a little bit moist, or was that more wishful thinking. As she handed me my drink she finally acknowledged her state of undress. "Did. .i was fucking her hard and hard…she was shouting….ohhhhhhhh…ahhhhh …..ummmmmmm….fuck me…..then i came inside her …..and she too . Then she left me and threatened me not to tell or else she will kil me.i left to my home and i always used to avoid her but oneday she came and ask my mother to take me with her,my mom nodded and i afraid,she remain calm untill she reached her home,then she cought my hair and said”harami shana banta hai ,tu aayega nahi aaj teri wo halat karungi tu yad rakhega”I fell. And they’d do anything, the little tarts.’ She paused a moment, perhaps aware of a certain inconsistency in her remarks. ‘All right,’ she continued, ‘I admit it. I’m a whore. I fuck men for money. But I was always a bit picky about kissing guys full-on and I never took it up the ass. But these new girls! Wave a bit of red money [she meant fifty-pound notes] in front of those pretty faces and those big blue eyes would pop out on stalks and they’d tickle the guy’s tonsils with their tongues and. We decorated each other with chocolate sauce and whipped cream, and licked it off. We parked in downtown Boston in broad daylight, people walking right by, even cops on horseback, banging our brains out. She dragged me into men's dressing rooms. I used to go up to her dorm room, after she obtained a single, and we'd get funny looks when we came out (she was very noisy, and when she couldn't scream, she banged her fist on the wall or the car window.)She used to love to play up the shock.