It was a myth that women didn’t exert themselves during the act; they did, well, she for sure did, she thought.He began to get serious, pounding int...o her and ramming her with an almost cruel in and out stroke. Her eyes became glazed over and she arched up to ram back at him. They stiffened simultaneously. She squirted as he painted her insides with his cum.They collapsed together him on top of her. She made a strenuous effort to push him off of her. “I have to breathe,” she said. He rolled off. This used to make me really horny.One day, I met a man named Gopal Ji(name changed for privacy issue) He was middle-aged man tall and fat. I met him at a party. He was a party organizer and he runs his own orchestra. He had 8–10 girls in his orchestra. I’m from U.P and in that part of the state, the orchestra is very famous. Girls used to perform a dance for local village people for their entertainment and for obviously for some income. Me and Gopal Ji had a mutual friend who introduced us. He. About twenty minutes later Matt came in my room and sat on the bed. This wasn't unusual, we would do that a lot, we were very close friends. There was something in his eye this time though, it was more "electric" in the air I guess. He asked what I was watching on T.V. and how work went that day. Then he turned the conversation back to our three way.He told me how hot it was, and how much he really wanted to do it again. I decided to test the waters and put him on the spot. I asked him, "What. .” I replied. Let him try to draw his own conclusions.“So, you two finally did it?” he said.“Uh huh,” I grunted, nodding.“Congrats, mate, and not before bloody time,” he said, shaking my hand. “Buggered if I know what took you so long to getting around to it. Hey, don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone, certainly not Mum and Dad.”“Not even Gina?” I said.“Well, I don’t have to tell her, not if you don’t want me to,” he said, reluctantly. “So, was it good? Are you going to do it again?”“What do you.