I entered her house and Priya had already cleaned up stuff and made her house look neat and clean. We both sat on the sofa after greeting each other. ...ven though we knew we were going to have fun for those two days, our first real-time conversation was a bit awkward and it took 15-20 minutes for the both of us to get comfortable.I moved a little and sat next to her on the sofa. Her breath became heavy as I moved closer to her. I put my hand on her thighs and I could sense her shiver a little.. Each was set off by something that made her feel more intense emotions than usual – the first happened when people protested her presence, and called her a freak. The second happened when people started swarming her with questions and attention, especially children. This last one happened because of a new protest, calling for her public execution. She panicked, seeming to forget that she’s both a dragon and protected by the city, and said that if everyone wants her dead, she may as well kill. “Great slow song, let’s dance?”As we swayed to the music, Debbie pushed her pussy into me and swayed her hips. I was instantly hard and grinding my cock into her. I danced us closer to the door to the rec room so I could keep an eye on her hubby and my wife. As I glanced over Debbie’s shoulder, I was shocked to see my wife on her knees with his cock buried deep in her mouth. He had his eyes closed and was moaning quietly as he thrust in and out of her mouth.I wasn’t sure what I should do next,. ,cf.osb&fp=b6fdd963e83e7316&biw=1280&bih=707 Chapter oneSamir was nineteen then. Having passed Higher Secondary exams (A levels) with good results from his local school he and his family decided to continue his family tradition to continue undergraduate course from a college in the city. Now, a college in India is not what they have come to be understood as in most other countries. They are more like the colleges in Oxford or Cambridge which offer three year BA/BS course before students study.