I'd experienced what I truly wanted from her. What I was too afraid to ever ask for. We'd shared it. I remembered different snatches of indian passion. Brief explosions of memory. I could taste her. Remember the feel of her. The flavor of her. I took a deep breath, wishing she would just— Her hands seized my face. Her head darted down. She kissed me. My eyes widened in shock. Her lips were on me. They moved. They nibbled with hunger. I shuddered, my heart racing. Confusion beset amateur me. Her fingers twitched against my cheeks. Her tongue brushed my lips. Then she broke our kiss. Her eyes blinked. “Don't you... want this?” She asked, her voice trembling. “Me?” “Yes!” I gasped asian in utter shock. “But you're straight!” She took my hand in hers, “Do you know, we don’t even know each other’s names.” As she gazed intently into my eyes “Will we go together or do we again follow our own paths?” She cried. She didn't wear any bra like I imagined. I should do something, but... "Well, I won't ask to join you at your table, but I would consider it an honor if you'll let me buy you a drink." "Wha...?" She grabs both of my wrists and pins them up against the fridge, sliding her hand in mine as she locks our fingers together. Patty sucked his tasty cock intensely, shocking herself with her eagerness. We kissed more, then she squealed as I rolled her over. After awhile he began alternating between pounding her and sucking me. If I hadn’t just shot a load a few minutes before I was sure I would have emptied my (according to Jake) large balls down his throat in a minute. She took it out and gently unwrapped it. It was a major boost to my confidence. Now I laid here surrounded by hard cocks. Jake dove in, plunging his tongue indian into her vagina, tasting her juices. “This will be your way of repaying me for my generous hospitality.” I was not tired but felt extremely content. Very beautiful and asian knows it. ---xxx--- amateur