Initially started with kissing and hugging pics, things went more and more erotic. Somehow they enjoyed making us jealous by showing themselves fuckin... and enjoying. Soon pictures turned to videos and we were witnessing live porn every day. This was welcoming for us because this ignited our sex life too.One day we shared a kissing pic in the group and it was quite a passionate kiss. Then more pics started flowing from all of us. Gradually nudes started coming in. This was a secret group and. She used to take personal tuition. After leaving her classes I still used to meet her sometimes at festivals and on birthdays. We had grown close. Actually, it was her equation with everyone. But I used to meet her after leaving classes too so she also was becoming close to me. We also used to chat. We used to share everything. I used to share about my college and masti. She talked about her classes. Till this, it was all a teacher-student relation.Once I had gone to her house on a Sunday. It was Robb alright, hair askew and standingat odd angles. "Afraid, I guess." She saw his life objectively now. "Hewas afraid of almost everything." It was weird to hear it out loud."After his dad died, " She pointed to everything. "He came home and readbooks and watched movies. He got brave at the wrong moment. He met agirl who... was bad for him." Oh, I bet he was nice. He was wasn't he?" You would have liked him." Bobbie looked at Beth, she looked soinnocent. She was such a nice girl."He. She was a problem child. Except, at nineteen, shewasn't a child any more. Her last shrink had informed her that she had aproblem with intimacy. She nearly laughed in his face. Come to think ofit, maybe she had. You needed to Ph.D. to figure this out? You needed anM.D.? Her last boyfriend had told her that and he didn?t even have aG.E.D.She had a problem with intimacy? Why was this a surprise, it went alongwith her problem with authority, her problem with food, her problem withsobriety, her.