She explained that she knew I would have read the bit about needles, and though she trusted me she wanted the master to show me his technique, so I di... her no permanent damage. Fair enough I thought then asked; “were we going to get her master here or would we go to him?” she replied that she would rather we kept this to ourselves and our select friends, but had we made up our minds to being here together permanently? I answered emphatically that I wanted that and she agreed that she too was. He knows Emma has never smoked anything in her life, so her first puff might bring on coughs, so he takes her glass from her as she lifts the joint to her lips.As expected, Emma does cough a bit on the first puff, but she then takes another and hold it in her throat for seconds before letting it out. She smiles as she hands the joint back to Donald.He chuckles at her, and after he draws a great deal in himself, he leans to Emma and kissing her, shotguns the smoke into her. She giggles as she. . everything!”She slipped her robe off her shoulders, and I suddenly realized it had been open all this time. Mentally rewinding, I remembered her thin bush showing as she came in. I had been a bit distracted at the time. She picked up the tray and put it on her bedside table, revealing my traitorous cock standing straight up.“Now, let me tell you how it’s going to be from now on,” she said as she swung her leg over me and guided my cock into her very slick pussy and sank down on it. As she. I started fancying a girl in my class since the very early days in college. But being from a convent boys only school could never muster the courage to talk to her. Let me tell you a little about her before we dive into the story – Her name was Rashmi. She was a Gujarati. She was fair, about 5’4”, slim, and proportionately endowed. She wore spectacles. Her dressing was always the same – long kurti and leggings.Only later as our story progresses will we be able to see her in denim and t-shirts..