On one evening when we were alone sitting in the computer I intentionally put my hand on her left breast and started squeezing the same. The girl just smiled and did not utter anything and this gave me courage. I put my hand inside her curdier and touched and squeezed her both breasts for half an hour and kissed her on her lips. I was nervous throughout the night and was waiting Devi to report next morning. But nothing happened. In the evening the girl came alone as usual. I taught her some computer lessons and I found that she was wearing a half sari. Thereafter I inserted my hand inside her petticoat and to my surprise she was not wearing any panty. I inserted my finger in her wet pussy and though she slightly objected she started moaning with pleasure and widened her beautiful thighs. I closed the front door and took her to the bed room and made her lie down on the bed and started eating her pussy. To my surprise I found her vaginal lips fat and her cunts was not visible from. Looking back, I’d have to say that’s one of my few regrets in life.” “That’s awfully sweet!” she replied, leaning across the table and planting a kiss on my lips. “Does that make it any better?” Speechless for a moment, I stammered, “ Yes….well …actually…no. By the time I got up enough nerve to ask you out again, Jack Hammell had you. I can’t help but wonder what might have been.” “Me, too. You were such a gentleman. Are you up for a do-over?” she smiled across the table. “I can’t give you my virginity. Jack took that, and none too gently, I might add, but I think we might be able to overlook that technicality.” “After dinner, why don’t you and I blow this pop-stand.” I said. “Sounds like a good plan to me. But I was thinking of blowing something else.” She winked and smiled. This was turning out to be a much better reunion than I ever imagined. We spent some time going from table to table, seeking out old friends and catching up. We danced. We ate. After dinner, Debby excused.
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