This is the story which happened in Visakhapatnam. I have met with a girl who was hailing from Kerala, fair looking, height 5’2 inch, having nice as...ets. Whenever see wear churidar or any t-shirts center of attraction her boobs. I have met this girl with one of friend who the batch mate of this girl (Reshmi), she came to Vizag for an interview purpose in some mnc company she got selected for the job but did not join because she was more interested in teaching profession. I have became a friend. He kicked them off and out of the room along with the underwear he had been wearing. Before lifting anything from the paper, he got as close as he could to her and lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes. She smiled and not being able to help himself, he leaned his head down and pressed his lips against hers. He caressed her cheek and let his hand lie behind her neck, which he supported as she leaned up to kiss him. When their kiss broke, he leaned down and picked up a paintbrush and. Thankfully, Bill didn’t even blink. “Yes, I am. I fly in coach with our customers a lot, walking around surveying passengers, asking how we are doing, are they enjoying the flight, is our route system meeting their needs, that sort of thing……” As his sexy voice continues I remember he said I had beautiful lips. Now, it is my turn to smile a genuine smile. “…..and I was wondering if you would consider participating in a survey I am conducting. It’ll only take a few minutes and I would be honored. The girls laughingly said “Vaishoo..your husband will go nuts trying to find out your cunt hole…Ha..ha..Ha!! Sex was still a taboo topic in my morally upright f****y & my highly educated peer group & therefore my only sources of sex knowledge were the daily newspaper columns. Sex to me was primarily the reproductive system, I just knew that my husband’s penis had to enter my vagina for creating a c***d which would be expected in my womb. I was unaware that this journey of baby-making would be.