She would initially text me, and we would exchange our wild naughty dirty thoughts. The chat turned into voice calls. I would talk very seductively to...make her horny and wet in bed.Well, I guess some experience paid off. I would tell and rub myself while she would do the same by fingering her and reaching orgasm. No matter how badly you use your fingers. The real pleasure comes down when you have a sexual partner next to you who could do things to you.All that I used to do with Pallavi was. Maddie laughed, I laughed, and the bell rang for class to start. As I stood up, I felt something slide into my back pocket, I didn’t check then, not even during class, but waited until I got home. It’d be weird if someone say me digging at my back pockets to receive god-knows-what from Maddie. I said my usual goodbyes, and as soon as my dad pulled up, I was into the Jeep, and we were home before I knew it, although daydreaming about whatever Maddie had slid into my pocket probably helped a. Id either gotten too familiar sex-talking with strangers, Or I just had a connection with him. Something I didn’t have with any other members of my family. He intern seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact his baby girl was sat on the bedroom floor rug, a wet patch between her legs and playing with the same cum filled banana condom he’d taken off not moments before. I don’t know why I was fiddling with the condom at the time; it was just something to do really. I was sliding it in and out. Muriel screams back: Hindi! (No!)Ganda is still angry as she spits out: Ganun? (Really?)Muriel screams back: Opo! Talaga! (Yes Ma'am Really!)Dead quiet.And the knife drops.And then Ganda drops, sobbing.From deep in Ganda's belly she growled something I just could not understand and in a split instant the two girls vanished from the room.She crawls. Crawls, sobbing, heaving, retching.She crawls to the bed and then to my arms.She is a mess.She grabs on to me and sobs, gulping huge slabs of air.