As Paula had grown older she had come into contact with family rumors about her beautiful mother; some kind of scandal. After Paula's father died, her...mother had a bewildering succession of lovers, but none had seemed to last. They wore out, it seemed, one after another.And now was Paula's own daughter starting on this shameful road of unending physical hunger? Was this some genetic curse that descended in her family from mother to daughter?My God, what was going on out there now?Paula could. Utare to maine dekha ki itne sunder boobs to maine kabhi kisi randi nahi dekhe woh apne boobs mere lund ke pass laye aur bole dono boobs ke beh mian rakh apne laund ko maine tode der ragda woh bole maza nahi aa raha hai chal maine phir uska ghagra aur apnty utar di phir woh bole chal harami kitne din se mujh par nazar rakhe hai tune mujhe sab pata hai jab main oom saaf karne aate hu to janbuz kar bp laga deta tha kis ke lie iss chut ke liye chal iss chut ko chat aab maine uske chut ko achat na. It was a great feeling. That evening when I was going to fields (for …….). Maneesh caught hold of me from behind and pressed my boobs and said in my ears. Raat ko dus baje Haveli (his store building) main aa jana. At night I was very aroused and in the heat of sex I got up from my bed and moved towards Haveli. As I entered the main door. Strong hands of maneesh grabbed me and three me on a stack of hay and pounced on me. I enjoyed being ravaged. My clothes were gone in minutes and Maneesh was. As I slobbered around on her boobs we both talked about her showing off for the men. The more we talked about it the wetter she got. I told her that I knew she was hoping her shirt would roll completely off during a cartwheel and let all of those men see her huge teenie bopper tits. She smashed down on my cock and came just as I pumped her full.While prom was a big formal thing, the homecoming dance at our school was much more laid back. The best part, in my mind, was that most of the girls.