"No threats, no sarcasm, no escalation, not even an attempt to goad me into making the effort. Just a dismissal. I should have been worried, but I was...too tired to be anything but grateful that we weren't going to argue. I hauled my carcass off to bed and crashed.In the morning, things seemed back to normal. I woke with Kimber straddling me as she lowered herself onto my morning-wood."Good morning," I said.There was no response. She just slid down my shaft, all oak-hard, seven-plus inches of. One of his hands then moved to lift my dress in the front, slowly gliding its way between my thighs, tracing only one finger over the line of my laced panties. Just as I was about to moan again, he pulled away and spoke deeply “Take off your dress, slowly, let me see you naked. Take it off now.” He prompted himself against a cupboard, silently observing me as my back was still turned to him. I reached back to slide the zipper on the side of my dress down all the way, then. I liked them for sure!Slowly with numerous guys around I came close and got hooked to a guy named Vicky who also hailed from Assam and was a senior. As usual we had numerous romping sessions and enjoyed my life in Bangalore. With time I became a free soul and sex became a regular affair. I started loosing my inhibitions and started wearing revealing clothes when going out with Vicky or his friends. His friends also became free with me and open with me and we used to talk bout anything under the. Bending my outstretched legs to finally rid myself of any cover, I saw Chantelle’s eyes between my open legs. She stopped taking pictures. She just stared at my pussy. My first reaction that something was wrong, that my pussy was ugly or that I offended her. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “It is so fucking beautiful,” she whispered. “And you’re shaved.” My hands involuntarily moved to cover my genitalia. I stopped myself. “Mamma always said that if you’re going to shave your legs, you might as.