A few of her boyfriends had asked, but a combination of self-consciousness about the size of her butt and general ickiness about the idea had caused h...r to say no.But as she'd played with herself, she knew what it was that had really pushed her over the edge. The idea of letting someone enter her back door was suddenly strangely exciting. Perhaps this Saturday, she'd let John ... but of course, that meant (even more than other positions) that he would see her tattoo, which she was sure he. She looked up from her mobile phone as I approached and stared at me in silence.“Megan?” I asked with a chuckle.She nodded and cautiously asked, “Gil?” She was understandably nervous meeting with a complete stranger to discuss sexual desires and curiosities.I smiled and replied, “In the flesh. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Megan. May I sit down?”She chuckled and replied, “Of course. Sorry, I’m a bit nervous.”We ordered drinks and engaged in polite small talk to get a feel for each other. When. ” As his cock grew, I backed off and started to slowly lick around base of the head. His cock danced and flexed with each flick of my tongue, especially when I flicked underneath where that little piece of skin connects the head to the shaft. I then encircled the head with my lips and slowly inch by inch took all seven inches into my mouth all the way down to his balls. He let out another, “Ahhh,” grabbed the back of my head and started moving his hips up off the seat and fucking my mouth.. He also took me in his arms and hugged me very tightly. “MERI CHAPPANCHHURI AAJ MAIN TUMAHRI GAAND KA MAZA LENA CHAHTA HUN” he said. I said “ok chodu raja, do whatever you like with my body”. He said “I heard that Punjabi girls are very crazy of anal fucking so this was my fantasy from my studentship that I will anal fuck any Punjabi girl. So please become a Punjabi girl by changing to Punjabi shalwar suit, tab main tumahri GAAND MARUNGA.” I understood now why my husband asked me before.