I was in my own thoughts, of her walking in front of me in her sleep shirt with nothing inside as she said.Suddenly she breaks the silence and says: W...y are you so silent? By now, I know you aren’t one of the silent natured guys.Me: I, I don’t know, hmmm. Does Rakesh come home by 7 or 8 pm every day?Shobha: Yeah, why?Me: Nothing, just asked.Shobha: Maybe today he will be home early. He’s leaving for Mumbai tomorrow.Me: Aww, so is his flight in the early morning tomorrow?Shobha smiles and says:. . that night.After Betty I was a true devotee to pussy. I concentrated on the subject and actually did pretty well. It amazed me how many of the girls in high school were as eager as I was for sex. Just like my Dad had said. Some took a little longer than others but as my reputation grew so did the list of eager girls. The girls I dated knew I was going to push hard for sex and most of them were as eager as I was. My favorite story was the cute cheerleader who as soon as we parked at the lake. Noticing the man looking at her heaving breasts, she was so tempted to take a nipple out and give it a squeeze. Knowing it was impossible, just the thought brought another tingle to her swollen and dripping pussy. Unable to stand it anymore, she quickened the pace of her finger and brought herself once more to the edge – but this time she gave into the feeling, and waves of pleasure took over her entire body. She struggled to sit still, much less cry out, as orgasm after orgasm hit her. It was. Two trees and a stretched line belly-high formed the ridge. I cut a live sapling for tent stakes to pin down the tarp’s back and sides. Two lengths of line attached to the forward corners gave me tie-outs to two more small trees. Another line fastened to the tie-off at the center of the tarp was pulled out to fasten to yet another sapling. This gave me head space inside my shelter and shaped the heat reflector.I cut several more saplings for four long stakes. I pounded in two of them in a line.