He came in and I closed the door. He asked “why you opened the door, where is Rupa?” I replied “her mother is serious, his father Had come and t...ken her to their village”. I saw his face got paled as his plan of tonight got failed. I felt pity on him and said myself “bechara papa, aaj keise soenge” He whispered some thing himself and proceeded to the upstair. Papa went in the room and said “you have not prepared the bed? Ok make it ready I am getting fresh”. He came to my bed room and entered. Then came the finisher I was put in the missionary position and one of the guys went to my pussy and started to fuck me wildly. That is when I was told that every guy was going to fuck me and as each cum in me he would bring his cock up to my mouth and I was to suck each off again and then clean each of their cocks. I could taste my own juices on each of them and the mix cum tasted so good, I was Cumming with each cock also. Then I hear I could use some of that ass right then I feel a cock. * * *The experience of that night and morning had a powerful effect on Sally Ann. Conflicted as she was over these sinful acts, there was no way she could tell herself she hadn’t loved it. Her whole body was glowing, and the world looked different somehow, brighter. She appreciated the beauty of the nature surrounding her – and of the lovely ladies she was with – in a new way. As they ate breakfast no one could fail to notice the luminous smile that never left Sally’s face.By the time they. In those days, there used to be trend and it continued for a long time, regarding the dress women wore at home or in the confines of the chawl. She would wear a petticoat (the kind you wear under the sari) and a tight shirt (usually a collared T-shirt). Now with this dress on, you could imagine her butt showing off her glory. And whenever she wore a sari, she would drape and insert the folds way below her navel revealing her beautiful narrow waist in full. And often her pallu would slide aside.