"Of course, you idiot" snarled Gemma "Molly said you were good with your fists, now get one inside".I bunched up my fingers, just like Molly had shown...me, and pushed slowly into Gemma's cunt; she seemed to hold her breath until I got past the knuckles, then groaned. Gently revolving and pushing my fist into her squishiness, she climaxed violently. Gemma leaned forward pulling the crop-top over her head, and for the first time I got to see her fabulous nipples on tiny breasts. She moaned as I. Again draped in her saree and that lovely sleeveless blouse.She smiled and said, “Baba, how did you pulled my bra? The hook has got loose.” I smiled and apologized to her. With a kinky smile, told her, “Madam, don’t forget to take pills. Otherwise, you’ll get pregnant for sure now.”She looked at me in a cringy way and came towards me. She pulled my cheeks hard, and said, “You are very horny, boy, but try to control yourself too.” Before she was about to leave, I asked whether I could lick her. We all went inside to eat lunch before returning for a week and a half of school before the break and our marriage. We ate a fine lunch with Agnes’ parents and brothers. After lunch, we packed. I would bring Agnes Wednesday week and then be in town for the rehearsal the following Friday with the wedding to follow the day after. We left to hugs and kisses and headed back to our dorms.We pulled in and unloaded or cases. We carried them to our rooms and then met in the women’s dorm’s common room. I put on my best confused expression and said I was surprised that they had already gone to bed. I told him to come in anyway and that maybe they were just upstairs watching TV.Of course nobody was home. My parents always went over to their friend’s house on Friday nights and didn’t come home until 3 or 4 in the morning. I’m pretty sure they go to a swinger’s party since I have sometimes been awake when they came in and mom would often be in just a robe or someone else’s cloths. It was a.