Finally, she gave a date to visit Bangalore. I have a flat, a byke in Bangalore and living alone. I asked whether she was ok to stay in my house. She ...aid that she was coming to see me so wanted to spend as much time as she can with me. I booked train tickets for her. She told her parents that she was going to visit her female friend in Bangalore and will spend sat and sun with her. Requested her parents to take care of her kid. I reached railway station and was waiting for the train. I was. Still honey-smooth and classy as you like. But it was the language that really did it. Without the slightest inhibition, she would toss out a 'fuck' or a 'shit' in that cut-crystal accent, even in ordinary small-talk. To someone like me, from a narrow provincial background, this had always been something distinctly arousing.For another thing, Mrs Hendry had this huge confidence that came shining through every word and gesture. Unlike the others, who were obviously (and off-puttingly) pleading. “Lucky you. I’ll make sure you get some private time with Sandy. Oh….if Jane gets to watch, I do too.” She then spoke loudly “Michael, I think I see them over here.”Lorelei and I kind of crashed through the bushes and made our entrance. My head was reeling. I so badly wanted to feel a vagina around my penis, and here was the girl with the most beautiful vagina in the world saying she wanted to go all the way with me. I was crazy about Sandy. I loved her small pink tipped breasts and flat. I grab onto her slack clad hips and lean forward, nudging my nose into her crotch and successfully smelling her arousal in the proccess. I moan softly. She groans at the soft contact. I smile up at her to see her eyes closed. This will be fun. I smack her ass. She jumps and gasps as her eyes fly open to look down at me. Once our eyes connect I lean forward again and take a long lick of the slit in her pants. She shivers and moans. I move my hands back to her front and unbutton her pants. I pull.