. .”I was looking at her with astonishment and was amazed at her flow of statistics. Her tone was sounding as if she herself was amongst the majorit... of Indian women who were not fully satisfied with their sex lives. She continued, “See Dhruv! It is just an irony that the couples in the land of Kamasutra are not satisfied with their own sex lives; A classic case of the age old phrase “Darkness under the lamp.” Talking about sex is a taboo in the society as well amongst the couples.”Now when the. Some of the more crude boys were shouting stuff at me like, was I any good or did I give head. My girl friends looked at me like I had a terrible disease. I burst out crying and fled the dance hall. Outside it was starting to rain lightly and I knew my green chiffon dress would be ruined, but I didn't care. I started to walk home in my strapless party dress, high heels and a broken heart.I had walked about one mile. My hair was soaked and just hanging on my shoulders. My make-up was ruined and. It was hanging from her waist and it was at least ten inches long and very thick…The woman made me bend over a couch right there. She guided that monster thing to my dripping wet pussy and it slid into me like a hot knife through butter. I gasped with pleasure and she bit the side of my neck making me cum again in that same moment.She pounded my horny cunt with abandon, until I screamed as I came for yet another mind blowing orgasm. She had inserted the other end of that dildo deep inside her. When I agreed to join him in his car to smoke some pot, Jay, a senior, surprised me by asking me if I wanted a blow job. I played 'hard to get' and let him chase me and give me a bag of reefer before I unzipped my pants and pulled out my semi-hard dick. He complemented my hairy package and blew me diligently, but not very effectively and I didn’t blow a load. He offered to pick me up for dinner and we could go back to his frat house and have some beer. I said I didn’t have any money for eating.