Even teachers cast the occasional wink my way, and getting goodgrades was never much of a problem. Grown men eagerly gave me jobs. Olderones lavished ...expensive gifts, limo rides, fine dining, and so forth. I hardlyhad to do anything except let Nature takes it's course, and lucky me thatcourse all worked in my favor. None of them guessed, however, what I reallyfelt inside…Baths were usually private times to be relished. Soaping my body,I felt every curve. When I had to, I used a razor in the. I needed to be 'free to be me' and find men who I could socialise with and have sex with, openly, rather than hoping that another sexual encounter might cross my path by chance. I'd been in the right place at the right time and sucked my best friend's father's friend's cock (try saying that after a few drinks!). It had been amazing to suck and wank a grown man's cock and best of all, taste his man-juice. Yes, I wanted more but I didn't know how to get what I wanted. As we got older, my best. However, thanks a lot for the positive feedback you had given me. This new episode is dedicated to all the wonderful people who sent me messages suggesting I continue the story. I hope you like this attempt.As it is an immediate continuation, reading the earlier part will make this more exciting. Happy Reading!“Are you a virgin?” my mom asked me in a quick and almost disinterested tone.It was early in the morning, and the curtains inside her room were still closed. But, she made sure nobody. To maine fatak se uska no manga aur wo thodi der sochne k baad boli “U gave me ur no, I will call u.” to maine apna no de dia.Fir wo boli “Chalo ab bye mujhe der ho rahi hay.Main tumhe raat ko call karungi”. Mera to maan main laddu futne laga.Aur hum bye bolke chale geye.Fir ghar jaake main muth mara aur raat ko call aane ki wait karne laga.12:30 baje mere phone main unknown no se call aaya aur pick kita to sunita bhabi thi.Me-helloSunita bhabhi-hey it’s me, SunitaMe-yah I know.How can I forget.