I won't go into their names in detail here. The party started with enthusiasm and everybody seemed to be cheerful with the presence of Pooja there. Ev...rybody would talk to her and tried to attract her attention. I was observing this all from a couch sipping my third peg of whiskey. I saw Pooja looking at each crotch to judge the size of the cock inside. Everybody was drinking and getting boozed up. Pooja was on her second peg of Gin and was freer than before. The Indian party had begun taking. What a feeling it was to lick wet lips.Then I kissed her entire wet face and tasted the water drops at her face. I was kissing her passionately under tiny rain drops. I cupped her both boobs. Her nipples were erected. I twisted them. I slowly opened the band and made her gown down and now one of the most beautiful scene was there yes a beautiful wet girl in bra and panty under the rain. I could sense that today my 8′ erected animal was not 8′ but it was 9′. It was more thicker than ever before.. But then all the usual fears would come flooding in and the battle with my depressing attempts at being me would start all over again. I really need to quit beating myself. Whatever!Tonite there would be no major battles to wage with myself, well, other than I should have known these shoes were going to make it impossible to think straight! Last week on the way home I got up enough courage to get out of my car and window shop a few shops on the strip and I even went into a convenience store. So. She would glance down the long table at me from time to time and flash me her wonderful smile. She was not worried. I relaxed and enjoyed the dinner, the conversation and the company. Well, the food was OK, anyway.We left the dinner without an invitation. I could tell she was disappointed but she refused to allow anyone the satisfaction of seeing just how much it had meant to her. That night, when she came to our bed in the hotel room, she knelt beside me rather than lying down. She was.