It is no use; no matter how hard I tried, I cannot free myself. So far my venture into adulthood has began rather horridly.My eighteenth birthday was ...elebrated with my social worker smiling as I signed paperwork and my foster parents slipping me a twenty as they wished me well in life. My social worker offered to drop me off anywhere of my choosing, but I declined. As far as I was concerned, the sooner I got away from the painted faced gargoyle, the better.I already had a plan set in place. In. My boobs were jiggling, as I was getting fucked hard, in my pussy and my mouth. I was loving it, playing with Prakash’s balls as well.Getting fucked like a slut, by my brother’s friends was turning me on so much and making me feel like a complete nympho. My boobs felt so good, and Nikhil dick tasted fantastic. My pussy was stretching to Prakash’s dick, creaming over it. I was really wet, and Prakash could feel it.Suddenly, the door opened and it was Aman. At first, I was so busy being fucked. If I got my cock in her cunt, I was happy with that.”“Did you fuck a lot of girls?”“Why are you asking?”“I am just curious. In my youth, it was hard to find a girl who would let you fuck them. They were all saving their cherry for marriage or they were afraid of getting pregnant. Condoms were hidden behind the counter at the drugstore. You had to ask the druggist for them. Most guys were too shy to do that. Today, even the grocery stores have them on display. Anything you tell me or anything I. His hands were all over me and then he just slammed me into the walland my head hit it hard and I opened my eyes and I was just dizzy.Reeling.He tore the dress off of me and I looked down and watched him trailhis fingers along the edge of my bra before he ripped it open. Iclosed my eyes again and I could feel his mouth and his tongue alongmy stomach and then gliding back up along the wet skin and I felt sowarm and dizzy…I can’t describe it…I just kind of slid down the wall.