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This is in continuation of my story of Halala of my Virgin Cousin.

The tale of my first sexual adventure, which I narrated to my wives and sisters-in-law on their insistence to know about my prior sexual life.

Up to the age of eighteen, I had remained in perfect ignorance of all those sex related matters, which careful parents are always anxious to conceal from their children.

What so ever little information I had about sex, It was from text books of Science or from some hearsay.

It was around 5 years back when I was aged 18 and had finished my schooling. At the end of the month of March when I was walking in one of the streets of New Delhi, near our house, I saw two beautiful ladies coming in my direction. One of them was a tall woman about twenty-six years of age, who under other facts or conditions would have certainly received more than an approving quick look. But it was her companion that attracted my strong gaze with feelings of admiration, pleasure, desire, and wonder.

She was a young girl of Eighteen years with such amazing beauty of face and figure as I had never seen or dreamed of. Masses of bright, wavy, brown hair fell to her waist. Deep violet eyes looked out from under long curling lashes and seemed to laugh together with her full red lips. These and a thousand other charms I was to know later on, but what struck me most at this view, was the amazing and very unusual size and beauty of the girl's bosom, shown to all possible advantage by her dress, in the true art of British style, She walked slowly and quietly in between she too glanced on me repeatedly, outlining her full and perfect form with a loving smile.

She was tall and flexible. young goddess, her short skirt showing a pair of her beautifully formed long legs, She was wearing plainly designed skin-colored silk stockings inviting attention. My eyes were fixed on that young and beautiful girl , I was definitely under enchantment caused by her sheer beauty.

Just when I reached near the pair, to my utter surprise, the older lady suddenly called my name. 'Aamir, Aamir, Do you Belek Escort remember me?' For a moment I was at a total loss, but the voice gave me the clue.

'Yes, Miss I do', I answered, 'You are Miss Jane, who used to teach my sisters. What a pleasant surprise! What brings you to Delhi from Hyderabad?' I said. My eyes were glued on that young girl. She also looked at me and found me looking at her, she blushed.

Ms. Jane noticed both of us exchanging glances.

''Quite right. But I have given up teaching, for which there is no need for me now. I am living here in a flat with my dear little friend. Let me introduce you, Meet Ms. Lucy -Aamir.' her violet eyes laughed up at me; and the red lips parted presenting a merry smile. Dimples appeared at the center of her cheeks.

I was done for! Yes; at only eighteen of age, with no experiences in the phase of love, I went down before this lovely girl with her childish face smiling at me above the growing womanhood of her rounded breasts, and confessed myself defeated! I have lost my heart to her.

I requested Miss Jane to visit my house along with her friend, which was just around the corner for a cup of tea, but she politely refused, as she had some prior engagement. A moment or two later, I had with me Ms. Jane's mobile number and address of her flat in my pocket, under promise to visit them on tea on the next day, since on that day they have planned to visit the Super-Market for shopping in that evening.

Unable to control my urge to see Lucy again, I waited there for them to return, hiding in a corner bush till long, but probably they took some different route or mode for their return.

In the evening I too visited the Super-Market and met Ms. Lucy and Ms. Jane again there. I greeted both Ms. Jane and Lucy. And Lucy too smiled at me. Lucy wanted to buy some Indian dress and I helped her in selecting a dress. I secretly bought a Red Choli