But he started referring to me as Bhabhi, then Mam then ‘dear’ then within few weeks ‘darling’. We had not met each other at all. I was referr...ng to him initially as Mr then Ramesh and later started using his own words of dear and darling. Yes in his profile photo he was very handsome. As per his profile he was 26 years good 8 years younger than me. But what harm in chatting. Nothing I reasoned.After a week, we exchanged our phone numbers and he sent me an expensive Smart Phone so that we can. She sure managed that with me and 13 years I am still excited when we are together.So this evening was rather fun - started with some talk about breathing and going beyond the safe to the edge of attraction. And then we got to our feet. The men took up positions calmly in rows, and the equal number of women stood in front of their man (or a man if they had arrived solo).Our task was to see how conscious we could become of the others attractiveness, and seeing how we could build safe erotic. “Maybe it was actually you who fell and hit your head.”She laughed. “Mark, every guy I have ever been around has tried to get in my panties. They browbeat me, use guilt trips on me, try to get me drunk - anything. They try to take advantage of me. You never have. You have treated me with respect and that makes me feel all funny inside.”And then she leaned over and kissed me. Those pouty soft lips closed over mine and she kissed me - hard. We broke apart to gasp for air.Now she was blushing. “Oh. It was the most perfect pussy I'd ever seen. Lieke's fingers were going through the small patch of brown pubic hair just above her lips explaining to me that they were the last ones and all the others wouldn't come back. She looked up and saw me staring at her pussy. She teased me by asking if it was the first I had ever seen. I told her in all honesty that it wasn't but that it is was the best I had seen so far. By now my cock was rock hard and very visible in my jeans. Lieke pointed at it and.