Sandhya Aunty was in the late 30s around 38. She was a classy woman. After a couple of days, I got to know that she owns a beauty parlor. As I used to...help their family with the preparation all their family members got close and known to me. But I had this urge of trying Sandhya. I don’t like calling aunty as I feel I like treating them more like a lady. Maybe because she had perfect body shape and every guy would want to bang her. She used to wear saree in a very ethnic way. She had big boobs. " Like this?" Laura bit her large, bulbous nipple gently, teasingly."Ahhnnnnn! Oh yes! Unghhh! Oh yes, Laura... oh yes! Just a little. Not hard. Oh... harder!"Both of them, Laura realized, were becoming wildly aroused. In the soft candlelight, Sara's curvaceous, writhing naked body was infinitely desirable to her. She also realized, since this was the first time in her new place, that Sara's mewling and moaning, which was already pretty loud, didn't alarm her in the slightest, a feeling that. I grabbed her by the arm and took her to a corner of the terrace. I gave her more bhaang to drink. She initially refused, but I said that this is the only time to enjoy. She gulped down another glass. Now she was totally out of her senses and was talking and doing nonsense. I sat there with her. Other people left without noticing us as we were in a corner, and they too were not in their senses.I thought this is a really good chance to make a move. I said, “Archita, look there’s something on. But she liked me. That much was clear. We had never talked about this new ... thing ... there was, that we seemed to reach out and touch, now and then. We hardly ever touched it at the same time. Just twice, in fact, had we done that.But it was there, and it made it hard for me to imagine some girl at college being able to top.So maybe it was the kiss.All I know is that I went to Manhattan, Kansas, where the university was. And I walked around and looked at things. And it was great, and all..