While checking my mails I found a mail from a girl named Samata (Name Changed).She liked my previous story, she was also from Pune and now she wanted ...o meet me, I replied her, let us know each other in details and then if you wish we can surely meet .she replied ok.We started chatting online, we started with general talk, slowly shifted to GF/BF, I came to know that she never had a BF, basically due to her professional commitments she never got time for that.Later we shared Whatsapp number &. Me and Paul had both got our bikes and we had decided to go to the brook to catch sticklebackswe had Jam Jars with strng handles and fishing nets, My mom had packed us up a picknick lunch,it wasn't far to the brook but it was still like a little adventure, it was about a mile and a half and then down the country lane to the bridge where we would then leave our bikes and jump over the brook and continue the rest of the way on foot,we walke a while then stopped, I put my bag down and took out a. He was about 6’3” with broad shoulders and a small waist. He had a polo shirt on and I thought it was going to rip because it was so tight around his big biceps. He shaved his head and his skin was a very very dark black. I could see why she had stopped tanning. She wanted a pronounced contrast between her skin and his. It was dramatic. I guess they had left his luggage in the car for later when she or I would take him to his hotel. She introduced him in passing to me and said I was the one who. He’d say it was the mostbeautiful thing he’d ever seen. Sometimes, afterward, while you lay sleepingright next to us in the bed, he’d make love to me.”She freed one hand and ran it down her firm, flat stomach to her pussy. Iwatched one painted finger rub against her clit, sliding up and down herfattening pussy lips and, after her fingertip glistened with her juice,slide slowly into her cunt.“Show me your dick. Show mother your cock,” she said, eyes squeezedclosed in passion. Her eyes opened at.