But I just didn’t remember how we had met. Now I was curious.“This is Deepa, idiot. Remember, my classmate back in college.”That was when it str...ck me. I had attempted to rag her in college assuming she was my junior.“Are you going to stay here?”, she asked.“Yes. For a while. Until I find an apartment for myself”, I said.The three of us started talking about college and cultural fests and the fun we had. The topic slowly moved to ragging.“You were our junior, and yet we have never ragged you”,. It's an a****l-like instinct a woman just has naturally to know how to pleasure her man." This, of course, I felt was crossing a dangerous line, but I felt the need to tell her the basic gist of it. I got even harder as I said it.Diana looked down the blanket and saw my hard-on and the obvious "tent" it created in the blanket. She then reached underneath the blanket with her left hand, and brushed her hand against my swollen cock while pretending to scratch an itch on the side of her leg.I. .was my Boss at the telemarketing business, in her forties, frumpy but mysteriously attractive. I....agreed to meet her in an isolated location out of town. We met at the entrance to a forested hillside and we walked silently to a spot she previously used for sexual liaisons. Finally, she spoke quietly in a demure, sexy way that she wanted me to tie her up and produced a length of rope from her waistcoat. She removed her coat while I stood at her rear, preparing to embark on this sexual. " Yeah." She took a sip. "Well. You know, I think I do love you. Really," Lisa said. "It seems sort of fast — it is fast — but... There it is. I fell for you on your deck in San Francisco."Well... I sort of fell for her there, too... "So you think you love me like you love Mary?" I smiled to take any sting out of the question."No." Ouch. She took a drink. "No. But I don't love her like I love you, either." Okay. I took another sip and then topped off her glass and mine. "And my love for you is.