She was going to start school.Few months pass by. I would occasionally greet them whenever we met. Sometimes Mansi would come home to chat with my mot...er. Out families went out for dinner a couple of times. It would be correct to say that Mansi and my mother had become good friends.Things changed when the local gym I was going to shut down suddenly. It was frustrating for me. Because the gym management did not give any prior notice. Suddenly it was closed with a regular ‘Sorry for. And going faster and faster. After is felt I was done and she sucked me and kissed me some more I felt is was time to take it to the next level. I was ready to lose my anal virginity…And boy o boy that was something…I had never even fingered myself so I was in for quite a experience. She knew I had never done anything so she told me she had to prepare my virgin hole. She put some spit on my virgin hole and her fingers and she slowly and softly put one of her fingers in my asshole. It felt. Was she too short? She had an average height, she supposed, but was it not enough?She narrowed in on her chest. Was Dennis a ‘boob guy’? Was that was enticed him to a woman most? Were her breasts enough at only a 30B? Would he be impressed or repulsed if he saw them? Her eyes travelled down further. Her legs weren’t a problem, she supposed, having the envied little gap between them, but she wondered about the other side. She’s always thought she’d had a nice, round little bum, but now. We throw our hairs back and forth, moving our hands to and fro, lifting our skirt slightly to tease the audience. They were laughing, giggling and clapping at our moves. The real thing was going to start now. We had also changed our undies to black, both bra and panty was black, covering our breasts in full. We slowly started playing with chair, moving around chair, putting leg on chair and dancing it around. Anjali was so flexible, she can even touch her feet to head and while raised her feet,.