This story, however, is less risqué, but is one of far more honestly than what I have written before. I hope you enjoy it, and always welcome critiqu... and constructive criticism. While based on actual, personal experience, this story is to be considered a work of fiction. ***** I had barely sat down when she placed the drink in front of me, a diet-Pepsi with a slice of lemon, very little ice. Perfect. It was one of the reasons I frequented this restaurant for lunch: great service. Eating here. Those too had been alien to her before she started to hang around with these two… Now she was indisputably better at most of them than either of the boys she called best friends. Somehow they had not only rubbed off on her, but brought out a whole new set of skills and interests she’d never thought she'd have… Just what had changed inside her since meeting them?She grunted, most unladylike, as a wave of pleasure rolled down through her. Sliding her along the carpet a little way and, as always,. I get into position but my dick is below her touching her wetness and stomach. I feel her soft skin on her hips and let them glide along her body as she shivers in anticipation. I cup my hands around her breasts. She's had enough. I tske hold of her hips, back mine up and slowly plunge into her dripping, tight vagina. She turns her head around, "Fuuuck me." I pump slowly and speed up each time. Seconds turn to minutes, and after each thrust her moans and the feel of her working body give me. When I came out of the bath I saw a pair of clothes laid out for me. Indian dresses especially traditional ones can be very pretty. Sheena had laid out for me what is called a lehenga. It was a bright red dresses. It had a small revealing top and long flowing skirt beautifully embroidered. The stomach was however not covered. Also on top of the head a cloth was worn with a pin, which looks very feminine. I wore that dress with some enthusiasm as I was looking forward to some crossdressing after.