“Damini, you are an American woman in America. As I lifted the covers for her, she climbed in bed and scooted toward me. XNXX Why are you here?”
Thus, started a long evening of conversation between a beautifully petite, twenty-three-year-old girl and a man old enough to be her father. I had a table for four to my self. Whether it was my charming and disarming manner, or, more likely, the wine she had drunk, she slowly began to relax and let me pull her closer. “Neither can I. Even though she had just lost her virginity, and was still extremely tight, she produced enough lubricating juices to make my stroking smooth and easy. Traffic on the I-95 expressway had come to a complete stop. She was glistening with perspiration. But then, I wasn’t going anywhere anyway.
