The night air was crisp and my senses conveyed the impression of a hushed forest, rather than the normal sounds of owls hooting and the distant scuffl...e of bushes brushed aside as creatures darted away from my disruptive approach. My paranoia drove my feelings of unease to the front of my mind, a sinking feeling that something was lurking at the edge of my senses."Has something melted into the foliage, hunting me, or is the night stillness really due to my passage?" I wondered."I have to admit. He knows even less than I do about sex. I want someone who knows what it's all about to take me for the first time. Then I can show him what to do." And what about your mother, Tasha? What's she think of this idea of yours?" Henry asked.It was plain Tasha had thought out her arguments before coming to Henry's home. She grinned and said. "Mom knows what I want you to do and she agrees. She's over at Candy's place talking to her mom. Would you like to talk to her now?" Good God! She knows what. He works for many housewives, some of them are much younger than Anjali, but none can match Anjali’s figure and matured looks. When he masturbates, most of the times he imagines Anjali. Ramji, the dhobi is not the only man who masturbates in dream of Anjali. The doodhwalla, for whom Anjali opens the door in the morning in her nightie also masturbates for her. Anjali’s younger sister’s son Deepu unloads his cum thinking of baromasi, whose place he regularly loves to visit. Even Anjali’s 18-year. I raised my head to look at her. She was intent on me, too.“I wonder if I can push in …” My eyes grew wide, again. It’s not enough her hand is inside me while her husband’s cock is filling my ass? She wants to probe my cervix, too? Her fingers shifted over the opening inside me, finger after finger until it was probably the little finger. The tip rubbed over the opening, found its spot, and pressed. It opened as she pushed and more of her hand and lower arm disappeared into me. I felt the.