.of course this is why we require that you all undergo rigourous personality and psychological tests, interviews and analysis before we allow you into...the more advanced classes...". Damn..no way I would pass those.The class eventually ended. lenda asked if I wanted to have quick coffee with her and her younger sister in the city. I said no and made up some excuse. She was cool but I wasn't in the mood.On my short walk home (I lived only 3 blocks from campus..but still with my family. Meri kasi hui choti si ched mein unki moti lambi ungli dheere dheere aur fir tezi ke sath andar bahar nikalne lagi.Choot mein lund aur gand mein ungli ek sath hone ke ehsaas ke sath mein pagal hoti gayi. Meri halat dekh papa bhi josh mein the aur unki kamar ab kafi zor ke dhakke maar rahi thi mujhe.Ab tak papa ne mujhe itne zor se aur itne akramak hokar nahi choda tha. Unki kamar ki mere gand par maar se phat phat ki awaaz nikal rahi thi. Aur har bar us awaaz ke sath unka lund meri choot ki. Recognizing trouble she began to struggle when a new person came and held her making the group count 10 other than us.I recognized him, as the person who had sold the ticket to us whose name as I later came to know was Marcellus. He stood in front of mom as she tried in vain to pull off all the hands groping and teasing her. Her hands were held as he opened her blouse teasing her. She was wearing a silk bra, which he patted. There was an ‘hmmmm’ and ‘ooooo’ sounds. He slowly pulled up her bra. We got to our train and found out that our compartment mates were two, short and thin, middle-aged Indian men, much like the others I had already fucked. They seemed to be very pleasant and looked me over from head to toe in my sari. We rode for the first hour in silence with the men staring at me, and then things got interesting. We don’t speak Hindi and they didn’t know English, so they started making hand gestures.One of them men smiled as he touched his face, which I took as a gesture that.