They both moaned, their desires increasing and the want for the other only growing more so. He started to play with her perky breasts as her back bega...n arching and her hips bucked slightly. This was better than the dreams she had. She was loving every second, every touch! She peeled off her tight spandex leotard for him, revealing her sexy little panties and perfect ass.He pushed her down and hovered over her, eying her from top to toe, loving her hard nipples as they stood erect for him. He. As Indians, we should stop that, no fake profiles. One can maintain their privacy and also be honest about themselves. That is one place if we all abide then the quality and the number of experiences and satisfaction will increase for every Indian who want to divulge into the alt lifestyle or try it.So, in short, I will be posting blogs in series, “What is it like to be a Bull in India.” And to keep you guys hooked, I will give you a glimpse of how it all started in India.Those who are familiar. WAS THINKING OF GOING TO BED, BUT NOT TIRED, SO I GOT IN THE TUB, FOR A RELAXING BATH. WELL I WAS IN THERE I GOT OUT MY FAVORITE DILDO AND BEGAN TO PLAY, I GUESS I WAS SO FOCUSED I DIDNT HERE MY SON COME IN THE HOUSE. I REALLY DIDNT NOTICE TILL THE DOOR SQUEAKED OPEN ABIT, I WAS INSTANTLY FRIGHTENED, I YELLED WHOS THERE, AND TREATEN TO CALL POLICE, MY SON NICK, ANNOUNCED IT WAS HIM, HE NEEDED TO USE THE TOILET, BUT COULD GO OUTSIDE, I SAID IT WAS FINE, I HD ALREADY SUCKED HIS COCK BEFORE SO IT. ******* ******* ******* ******* *** Three years *** Sarah yawned, stretching languidly in ‘her’ big leather chair in the corner of Taylor’s Georgetown brownstone. Her Kahlúa-colored eyes never left the book in her lap though, as she settled in another position, twisting until her long legs hung over one arm of the chair and her head propped against the other, lolling comfortably to one side as she rested the book on her cleavage. The stupidly cheerful ditty of her ringtone in the soundproofed.