My hand went inside her dress and she started touching my cock. And that is when a guy while dancing suddenly dashed us by mistake (as he was also hig...h) and our scene broke. I gained my senses and I dropped her back to her p.g after the party. Next morning I had a flight to catch so I went to my p.g and slept. Without meeting her next day, I flew to Bangalore. We didn’t discuss anything about this incident after that.In June our college sent us to invite for the convocation. I was damn excited. You notice me staring at you; I smile and stroke your hair out of your face. You look at me with your deep, sensitive eyes, wondering what I was thinking, it soon became apparent; you begin to speak, and I stop you with an unexpected kiss, our tongues intertwined, my body leaning over yours. I pull back and ask, "What were you going to say?" You sit there speechless, and instead of saying anything, you roll me on to my back and kiss me, at first delicately, then with more passionate. The colors. I laughed out loudly and she also tittered. Then I took my jutti and wiped my palm dry. She also wiped her finger dry in my jutti.Now I asked her to lie down and she did so. I lifted her petticoat above her hips and pulled down her jutti below her knees. She parted her legs and I rubbed her cuntlips softly. Then I bent down and placed my nose on her cunt and deeply inhaled its urine smell. She shyly asked "how does it smell?". I said "it is also smelling like fart gas". She giggled and I also. Sie liebte es mit jeder Faser ihres Körpers und der war nur für eines gebaut: SEX.Sie war jetzt 23 und stolz auf alles was sie bisher erlebt und gemacht hat in ihrem Leben und mit ihrem Körper. Sie war jetzt sieben Jahre in Berlin und sie fühlte sich wie eine echte Berlinerin. Hier in ihrem Kiez sowieso. Aber fangen wir von vorne an.Sie war nicht immer diese Sexbombe aber sie wollte es schon immer sein. Ganz früh hatte sie sich dazu entschieden und dieses Ziel auch entschlossen verfolgt. Sie.