We were sitting in the 4th row of all 7 rows in our class. priya was sitting in 1st row and slowly bhargavi started to put her hand on my thigh and co...soling me like everything gets alright and started chatting in the class slowly bhargavi was arousing me by rubbing her hand on my thigh. I was thinking it was a bad sign because I had a soft corner on her so I was resisting her to touch me. When I saw her she was laughing and I could not understand why she was doing all this to me.After the. "Yes, Blossom. Lets go back inside and find out what she really meant. Together," I kissed a tear from her cheek.What a difference a day makes! Dinner at our house the next night included The Carson, McKesson and Parkin families. The chaos had been banished and the jovial camaraderie restored. Mom had gone all out with a classic Greek combination for dinner, Piroski, Salati Therini, Kotopoulo Lemonato and loukoumathes for dessert.Okay, I didn't know what those words meant either, but according. It seemed that my gand has broken. I continuously cried. He again rammed with greater force and his lund went in my asshole up to hilt. I felt his pubic hair around my asshole. He stopped moving his lund and gave time to my asshole for adjustment to his size. I was crying with shear pain. Tear were flowing through my eyes. It felt as thousand of needles were inserted in my asshole. After sometime I little bit relaxed. The pain subsided slowly. I moved my hips and said to him ‘jijaji please fuck. They all thought I was filthy, disgusting. Because I was.My Sister-Mistress smiled her approval.“God, this pussy is nasty,” Alicia said. I gasped as the magic marker scrawled on my pubic mound around my landing strip. She sounded out what she wrote, speaking slowly. “‘This pussy is filthy. Do not touch!’”I groaned as she poked the marker in to make the point of the exclamation mark.“More juices are flooding out of her nasty, dyke pussy,” laughed Samantha.“I know,” Alicia laughed, moving around.