Pete’ she whispered in such a sexual undertone which made my growth more prominent. ‘ I take it as a real compliment and I am truly flattered, whe... one reaches my age it is easy to imagine you have lost your ability to attract a guy, so I feel very happy about that – and on that note if you don’t mind. May I suggest we retire to the bedroom so I can sample my newly grown fruit?’ The next hour was the most beautiful experience I have ever had with a woman and I soon discovered just how she. She was distant and not very affectionate with anybody, not even with daddy, but she was a great cook and kept the house looking nice. She never talked to me about growing up, puberty, or sex, and maybe that's why my sexual awakening took the strange path it did. But I have no regrets.My story begins when I turned sixteen. I was a late bloomer, a "tomboy" and still looked like a k**. I was wearing a training bra, but I had very little to "train" if you know what I mean. I had been menstrating. Sufficiently comforted that she would be left undisturbed for the next several minutes, she deftly lifted the bottom hem of her skirt and felt the material catch taut on the curve of her voluptuous, and apparently eye-catching, set of assets. Another yank brought them up over her butt, and simultaneously laid bare the whale-tailing scarlet buttfloss thong stretched between her cheeks. In front, however, was something entirely different. Licking her lip with hot anticipation of this next part,. Neha’s hair was dry and looking gorgeous. I was looking at her back when she caught me staring and turned around. “What were you looking at?” she asked me, smiling.“Nothing. You’re pretty…” I said.“And?” She asked.“Your hair is sexy”.She turned around, “Here, if you want to, you can touch it before your mom comes back from the shop, she went to buy some dye.”I was shocked at her boldness and ran my fingers through her hair. It was silky soft, making my dick so hard it hurt.I’m a typical Punjabi.