"I guess maybe THIS part of your plan wasn't so stupid."You may as well come in Bob" said Liz, her voice full of chagrin.Both girls stared interestedl... at the tent in the front of the boxers he'd put on "just in case one of the girls is up"."What's going on?" asked Bob carefully. He didn't try to cover the tent, since it was obvious no one in the room was offended by it. Liz sighed. "The girls saw us in the back yard."Bob's eyebrows rose. "How could they see us? We were clear in the back!"Jill. Because of our Indian tradition or you can say it as a cultural impact.We hardly get any chance to mix up with girls especially in all small towns in our country. Frustration and helplessness were killing our high urge to have sex and at same time we were so excited all the time about fucking and sex gossip about any girl. We just wanted to lose our virginity even we used to masturbate by thinking fucking girls of our class and senior girls. Watching porn was the best way to masturbate when we. "No..... but I've been told I had a wiggle to my walk...Is that the same.?" I retorted.By the time we got to their place, Barry had his arm around my waist and I was pretty flirtatious. Tim and Chad were making out and Barry started making drinks. I sat on one of the couches and watched my host in his 501s and tank top. He was muscular and I was getting more than just curious. Barry finished the drinks and passed them out, saving mine for last, mumbling something about it being special.We sat. One evening, after my wife had been put up to bed, Martha joined me in the study for a drink. I knew little about her other than her Southern origin and that she took her job very seriously. As I sipped my Wild Turkey and she held her bourbon and soda, she asked me out of the blue, "Kevin, just how long is it since you and Janet had sex?"When I finished sputtering and had applied a napkin to the whiskey spots, I managed to put together a polite reply. "Why do you ask?" Well," she continued,.