My apartment was on the 3rd floor and it was a completely residential building with families in all the apartments. I often go out for jogging or walk...early morning. It had just been a week since I moved and one day when I was returning from my jog at 7:00 am, there was a young lady ringing a doorbell on the 2nd floor.She was dressed plainly in a salwar kameez. She had a voluptuous figure and was a little bit plump in the abdominal area. As I was climbing the stairs, she took a look at me. Our. Almost every girl in school wanted him for themselves. They could see a way to fame and fortune if only they could be his girlfriend.Stacy was different. She only wanted him for his body. His hard, masculine body. She practically drooled every time she saw him. Once she had hidden in a locker in the change rooms just so she could see him standing naked in the showers after a game.But Angus only ever dated cheerleaders. Stacy had heard rumours of how he would only date a girl until she put out,. Tongue fucked her asshole and finger her pussy continually. She moaned and I bit the tow flower skin on the sides of her pussy and stretched it. I sucked the skin and stretched it. It was salty. I took it in my mouth and kissed her spit her cum into her mouth. ” It’s soo tasty daddy drink it, daddy”. I went down again and did the same. Stretched her pussy skin and bit it gently.I didn’t know much Kannada. She asked me to call her sulle ( prostitute) and thulle. She likes abusing while fucking.. They had started caressing it gently.“Do you like our hands on your legs, Pranali?” he asked.“Yes, Rahul, it feels so good, 2 pairs of hands touching me.” I was not lying. The rough hands of those boys felt real good caressing my smooth and glistening inner thighs.How had this come to this? Just 24 hours ago, I was a good traditional Sindhi girl. Io had never worn anything more than a salwar kameez or seduced anyone or even had a boyfriend or even touched me.And here I was in the middle of two.