From: Kamal E Y [email protected]>

To: Sabrina [email protected] >

Sent: 26 July, 1999 08:33 PM

Subject: Re: My story

Dear Sabrina,

Sorry for replying late, dear. I went home on Thursday. I came back today and here I am, replying to your mail...

I am writing from my office. Now there is not much work here. Slack period. So I have a lot of free time. I am in a software company, in the Telecommunications department. We write software for Private exchanges.

Your story sounds great. It has a modern, contemporary perspective. I like the theme, but there are some points which I want to discuss. Maybe in another mail.

Then about morality, yes, it is important in India too. Actually, we are a conservative society. But when the body gets heated up, what can we do? What do you do, when you can't control yourself? Masturbate with a finger? (Did I offend you? I masturbate very often. At least there is nothing immoral in it! Right?)

About my relation with classmates, it was they who took the initiative. They were two and I was in their house for a funeral. We were not so close to the dead person. So we were playing there. So our parents locked us in a room. Then those girls locked the room from inside also. We were in school then.

They told me that we would play the doctor and patient and I agreed. I was the doctor and they were the patients. They lay down on the bed and told me to examine.

I asked one girl where it was paining. (Lights were off) She took my hand and placed it under her shirt. I felt the soft breasts. She told me to rub my hands there. I did so. She said she is sick there, so I must examine. I caressed her small breast under the shirt. I felt the small nipples becoming hard. (I have a doubt when women become excited, do their nipples become hard?) That was the first time I was touching a nipple. I also became excited and cupped the whole breast in my hand. She let out a low moan and pressed my hand over her breast and started massaging. This was all under the shirt. I took the hooks off her shirt, but she didn't allow. She then placed my hand on the other breast and there also the nipple was erected. Then the other girl came and started to kiss my face. The first one (I will call A) then unbuttoned her shirt and took it off and pulled me to her body. The second one (I will call B) put her hand inside my shirt and started rubbing my nipples. She licked and bit my ears. A told me to kiss her breast. She caught my head and placed it over her nipples. I started to lick her nipples she cried softly and pulled my hair. She told me to take the nipple in my mouth. I did so and sucked. (At that time I thought I would get milk from there!!) I sucked both the nipples. And then B put her hands between my legs and started pressing my cock through my pants. I turned to her and kissed her lips so hard. She then put me in the bed and took off my shirt and sat on top of me. I put my hands inside her shirt. There was a brassiere. (A didn't have any.) I pulled it up and grabbed both the breasts.

Oh, shit I will write the rest in the next letter. I am getting excited. I still remember all those things very clearly!!! Hey, does it sound like some porno? If then I will stop. If you think this is cheap, sorry dear!

Have you ever slept with anyone? Even some fun during college or school days? Your story is very modern and it is hard to believe you are conventional in!! I know you are romantic. Always be romantic. But about going to sex, it is a bodily need. You must be faithful to the husband, but how will he know? Never tell your husband about your past relations. That is the thing you can do.

Very long letter? Bored? Then I will stop. Write again...

Love

Kamal