" "You've got a horny ass," she continued. "I can tell by your moans and the way you can't keep your bottom still that you love it." "You have an ass ...that needs fucking." I don't know if it was the finger-fucking or the way Jane was talking to me but I couldn't help myself. I lost all control. I found myself moaning out loud and humping her finger. "Please don't stop," I heard myself say. "Don't stop what?" Jane asked. My male pride made me hesitate for a moment. Jane had stopped moving her. As I became more aroused my penis continued to stiffen, encouraged by her body movements. I could also tell she was quickly becoming aroused.After a prolonged amount of dry humping, I broke our kiss and pulled away. Her mouth hung ajar. She had a vaguely dazed expression. Her glasses had begun to fog.I reached behind her. I felt the soft, smooth flesh of her back. With a quick twist of my wrist I unfastened her bra. It fell slightly. She quickly removed it, exposing her large, beautiful. Mansi is 5’4″ height, 34C round and hard boobs and a lovely ass. She is fair and by all standards the one you would want to go on to bed with daily.After she accepted my proposal, we used to go to Girgaum Chowpatty every Thursday bunking our college. Days passed and we were in SYJC, the crucial year for studies. Daily stress and studies made us longing for each other but she never approved of physical relationship as she wanted to stay virgin till marriage. I agree Indian girls are such a tough. She was ready now to admit the cold truth that she had actually enjoyed having sex with Max, with his pudgy little business associate, and yes, even with those three sadistic friends of June Stillson! One terrifying week of blackmail and illicit sex had changed her into something else than a simple innocent wife, someone wild and free, almost strange. For the first time, she understood that sex was not just a part of love, but a rewarding thing all by itself. Yet, how would she ever share this.