This gets more interesting for Linga as it goes on. Linga and Sanjana get comfortable with each other on Skype. That night Linga masturbates once more... thinking of Sanjana.Sanjana also relieves her long time suppressed emotions in a huge rush. She enjoys the masturbation on Skype with him immensely. Later she too masturbates before going to bed thinking of Linga. Also, in the morning during her bath she thinks of Linga and once again masturbates and enjoys the release.The following morning. There was no way I was going to be able to sound like more than a cave-girl if I had to speak in front of four cool chic’s. The four of them together were always easily identified by the ‘chokers’ they always wore without fail. It seemed like an odd fashion statement to make but all four wore them. Some of the chokers had small decorations on them that must mean something to their clique the rest of us could only guess at because when asked, the girls would not talk about them. Just something. I told poonam that lets go to the room she said aaahhhhh mmmmm not now then again she started smooching me and she was opening the buttons of my jeans.I was going mad because poonam was keep looking into my eyes while doing all these.Ohhhhh then she removed my t-shirt and started biting my nipples aaahhhhh mmmmm noone done like this to me with lots of passion.Then poonam slowly went down to my navel and she was twisting her tongue inside my navel..Oooohhhhhh fuck i was in some otherworld and. The door opened immediately, and George appeared, drink in hand, wearing a white robe. He stepped aside, and I walked in. He closed his door quickly, and I felt safe, in a way. I couldn’t yet sense what George’s reaction would be to my letter.“So, it’s you,” he said, frowning with disappointment. “Are you surprised?” I asked. “I thought you liked women,” he responded curtly. “I do like women,” I answered. “Do you eat their pussies?” he inquired, a sour look on his face. “Sure,” I.