She was very peppy in an American way, and yet had anatural, sinewy flow to her being that can only comefrom the Indian subcontinent. Anarkali had the...kind of approach to sex and lovemakingthat I have. Regular and often, and incredibly funny! Welaughed SO much when we were between the sheets, thather roommate jokingly complained more about the laughterthan the lovemaking. She was going to Bryn Mawr and I was at the Universityof Pennsylvania. I was very much the punk rocker. Shewas comically new. “Hi”, he said, surprised that I was at the door. He looked puzzled as he opened the door wider and invited me in. “What brings you here?”“I hope you don’t mind”, I responded. “I heard you lived here now, and I was hoping to catch you alone.He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt and just socks. He looked as delicious as the last time. So masculine. So sexy. His thick black hair. The chest hair coming out of the top of his t-shirt. And those arms! He smiled, “well I am glad you did. Come sit. I feel her thighs jiggling in my hands, and her pussy convulsing inside my mouth as she cums on my face just as hard as she did in the hall. A wall of juices flows into my mouth so quickly I’m barely able to swallow any before I have to pull away to catch my breath. She moans and whimpers as her orgasm rushes over her, and she feels my mouth again sucking her pussy to get all the juice. She reaches down and pulls on my hair as I push my tongue deep inside her, trying to lick at her G-spot. I. I’m here now let’s go for it.I felt Evan rub my ass, it was cold and wet with lube that he had just placed there. His finger went in and then 2, they felt good. I had kept taken the poppers and, in my mind, I was ready for new experiences.I have not mentioned the kissing and cuddling that has gone on and the close contact between all of us, this has been my experience and continues so.Evan had me kneel over the settee and he got behind me and rubbed my ass one final time before I felt the tip.