If her reading was right then even if Sita saw through my plan, she will cooperate. I will have another tight choot to deflower. If it did not work th...n nothing would be lost except that I would not be able to fuck Gita as long as Sita was in the house. Gita was not too keen but her cock-starved cunt persuaded her. I explained my plan to her in detail, making her repeat it couple of times so there would be no slip-ups.One morning both of them presented themselves in my room. Gita said, "Sahebji. ..I went to college the other day and returned home early, packed my bag with a few dresses of my choice..and arranged with my close friend to manage that I am with her in the tour..and reached my lecturer's home with my bag...when I reached his home..he was alone and his wife was gone.... He embraced me in the hall and told me to take a shower..and offered a new saree and a new towel..and shown the way to the bathroom..His home was an old fashioned mansion type with large rooms and high. As wonderful as she was, she had one failing; she'd never really mastered the art of applying make-up, her face always slightly comically covered in too-heavy blush, her eyelashes caked in mascara that clumped them together, beads of solidified kohl evident to the close observer. I, of course, observed her most closely.She was my first fantasy. I crafted an infinite series of scenarios, wherein I would seduce her- or, more often, be seduced by the more experienced woman. When I finished high. I sensed that she was warm inside also, from the soft teary look in her eyes. Now, I ranged my hands upward to her behind, tight in the jeans. I was feeling her ass cheeks, squeezing them, one at a time. Now, I was parting them, putting tension into her ass-hole and pubic mound, and I pulled the outer cunt-lips apart, gently, slowly. She began making a sound in her throat, almost imagined at first, then certain. She was moaning softly in time with my pulling on her cunt. Now my hands reached.