Of course it was a no-brainer and I quickly stripped off and she gasped when she saw my eight inch manhood bobbing up and down in-front of her. “Oh ...yes Mike,” she said, patting the bed beside her, “that looks like just what I need, bring it closer, I want to touch it.” I didn't need telling twice and went and sat beside her on the bed. For a moment she just lay there staring at my rock solid erection then sat up, pushed me down onto my back and and wrapped her fingers round it, stroking them up. But my dick was standing straight out and hard as steel. Janet then began to lift her short skirt showing her white cotton panties. She then pulled her panties down and stepped out of them leaving them on the catwalk. Then she lifted her skirt again showing her neatly trimmed dark haired pussy. "It is a good ride Jack." Janet said licking her lips. Then she reached for my cock and rubbed it thru my jeans. I was powerless. She undid my jeans and let them drop to the floor. With both wrapped. There she starts practicing belly dancing. She meets an Indian guy who is mesmerized by her dancing and beauty. They started dating and end up having sex with each other.It started during the early days of February. It was a new year, a new semester at my university, and a new beginning for me in Hong Kong. After the sex session at my hostel, Dhruv and I made it a routine to have sex every weekend. I had started enjoying my sex life. But it happened only for a month or so. After that, Dhruv. "Are you okay?" he asked. He seemed genuinely concerned."Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I challenged.His mood seemed to be turning more cautious. "Well, you seem to be upset about something," he said, choosing his words carefully. "When we were talking online, you seemed a bit more..." Easy?" I challenged. Might as well get it all out up front. Then I could get home sooner.He flinched as if I had slapped him. "Approachable," he said quietly.I sized him up for a moment. He was a lot shorter than I.