’ Then he pulled out of her ass with a pop and began sliding back into her possibly unprotected womb. ‘No!’ she’d begged. ‘Don’t come insi...e me.’ He gently sawed in and out of her cunt, making sure he hit her g-spot on every stroke, and said, ‘I’m coming in one of your holes, and your mouth isn’t an option at this point.’ Slowly he pulled out, shifted her and pressed against her back hole, asking, ‘Which hole do you prefer, baby?’ Heather hesitated so long, trying to find the will to tell him. We drank more alcohol and laughed at our sexploits, then we went to bed together, eager to please each other, we shared him as long as it was understood he was mine, and when he was not, I got to watch him with others, an equally gratifying experience, as he insisted I start going with men he chose for me, then the sex became very liberating and equally gratifying.Then it was time for me to leave my paradise and the journey home was the most dark moody experience. He came to see me off, with. She was a Bengali woman with proper Bengali attire. She was about 5 feet 4 inches tall which was 2 inches shorter than me.The Bengali woman was 36 years old. Her measurements were 34b-30-36. She and her husband were also going to Visakhapatnam. Her husband was working in the steel plant. He was at least 10 years older than her. By that, it was clear that they both had an arranged marriage.They had two kids and both of them were living with her parents in Bengal. So, it was just the two of them. Eve was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair that went all the way down her back, deep blue eyes like pools of water, long legs and a striking figure. Small but, perfect pointy breasts. As she walked through the woods toward the stream, she could hear the birds singing and the a****ls playing. Oh how she loved the a****ls and they loved her. The birds would land on her finger and sing to her and she would smile and they fly off. The other a****ls including her favorite a mare she named.