More open than other cultures i would say. That has to be credited to bengali women who are open with their sexuality and are not afraid from getting ...hat they want – sex. Lots of it.So getting back to my story. Sex was common around our house. There were no locks in the house so it was common for people to walk in while there was someone being fucked in the room. When i was around 13, i had just started feeling horny for sex even though i didn’t know what i wanted, i knew i wanted something.. Thank goodness I had my Red Wing boots on. They protected me a bit from the onslaught. I caught her up in my arms and I told her I was glad she could protect herself from strange men. This would ease my mind. I said I needed her help with some stuff in the storage containers and asked her if she would come help. She agreed immediately wanting to make up for her error. We walked back to the cave, well she walked and I limped. As we passed through the passageway, I saw Shanana put a log chair in. But never showed it out as I was the most trusted friend of hers. Hence is waited quiet for my time. And my time came one day while I went to visit her at her mom’s house as she had just delivered her first baby. I went home and found both their parents getting ready leaving out for shopping. They told me that Bharti is in her room and I can close the door and go up.I locked the door and went up and say Bharti sitting down and squeezing milk out of her tits into a glass. So I gently knocked the. He doesn't know anything for sure. He jumped to the assumption that Jeannie's pregnant. He didn't accuse me, did he?" I asked."Jeannie? Is that the one he was talking about? I thought he was talking about Cindy." No Sir. Cindy's taking precautions but Jeannie's not," I said, thinking I had cleared things up. I didn't notice Suzanne had come back into the room until she spoke."Sammy! How could you? Jeannie's what, fifteen?" Suzanne asked as she took a seat across the room from us, making me.