I half-expected confetti to rain down from the ceiling as I parted the soiled, dark fabric.Alas, no confetti, but my Crocs bonded with the half-dried ...semen-coated linoleum as if held down by Gorilla glue. With supreme effort, I freed one foot, then the other. In less than twenty minutes, I branched-off into a dark alley, extending from Cum Corridor, where fresher spunk deposits aided my progress. After a close call with the mop bucket, I headed for a hushed group of gentlemen at the apparent. "Come on! There must be something you like to do besides fight and hunt!"Tika thought about it."I like to watch the sun come up. I like to climb trees. I like to cuddle with Tira-Mother after the evening meal and watch recordings of fights. I have watched all of her fights many times, and all of the local fights for the last three years. I like to swim in the river, when the crocodiles are not hungry. Mostly I like to fight, but the other children at the children's ground will not fight with. I dated much more than the average Indian young woman does, and even had some one-night stands. By the time I was in my mid-20s, and met my eventual husband, I had slept with close to two dozen men. I had one-night stands, became an expert at oral sex, did it anally, and even had a couple of threesomes and foursomes. But I had also had a couple of heartbreaks and bad break-ups along the way, and encountered my share of complete jerks.So when I met Abhay, I fell for his gentle loving and caring. When his cock finally arose to attention, the lovely woman gently kissed it, licked it and finally sucked it until he had a happy ending.He let sleep envelop him with a contented sigh.In the morning, the same black haired beauty roused him from his sleep in a luxurious manner. Taking his cock in hand, she escorted him to a private shower where she produced a loofah and scrubbed his skin with bracing strokes. Feeling revived, he returned the favor, knowing where the wet foreplay was leading..