I shocked but remain quite.Me – can we meet.Ankita – when?Me – now if you are ok.I was expecting no but i got yes and that surprised me.Ankita �...�� hmm ok.She game me address and asked me to pick her in 45 mins.I jumped and got dressed and call taxi, i reached there on time and waiting for her. She came out from her house; she looked great and damn sexy with a short skirt, long boots, accentuating her curvy Indian butt. She was wearing a loose shirt and her boobies where pointing forward, helped. I left and washed my face before I left.It might sound insane, but I wasn’t giving that much thought at the moment as to whether or not Megan would be knocked up. I just assumed it wouldn’t happen (and it didn’t). But the degree to which I used her I now recognize as unconscionable. Less vulnerable women have taught me my lesson since.But back to that night: I was crossing campus again and, via text, boasting, as teenage boys are wont to do. I texted Dirk that I’d. I became increasingly proud, maybe even a little conceited about my appearance, which led me more and more to encourage Joey to show me off. I don’t think I was really sluttish, but I knew I was becoming somewhat of an exhibitionist. And it was fun! I would still have occasional devastating attacks of guilt and remorse, thinking I was becoming a terrible harlot, but they grew less frequent in time, until eventually I quit beating myself up morally and eventually even stopped attending church. As Ronnie said, you can be trusted.”“Sorry, mate but I’m not in a stable enough position at home to keep doing this. I have to end it for Ted’s sake and yours. I had better go now. I’ll talk to you before our next date. See you, honey.”She threw her arms around my neck. As she released me her hand travelled down to my groin and she gave me a rub. “Ted was hoping that we could have sex before you left. He will be disappointed.”“He’ll have to get used to it,” I said as my hand went to her crotch..