Kai paas sota h tu apni maa sai bol dena ki maa vivek kai ghar aaj koi nhi h wo bhi mere paas soyega uske aage mai dekh lungaMaine kaha thik h lekin a...ar kuch galat hota h to usme mera naam nhi aana chiye ,tb usne kaha ki thik h tu iski tension mat le ye sab wo dekh lega3din baad saturday aa gaya aur plan kai anusar maine apni maa ko batya ki vivek bhi apne chat per soyega to maine mehsos kiya maa kai chere pr ek ajjeb si muskan aa gayi aur maa nai haa kah diya,raat ko mai mai mera dost. “Afternoon Mandy, please call me Janet. Look I’m sorry about last night, I behaved very badly.”“I was going to say sorry to you, I ruined everything because I misread you. I’m so sorry.”“Don’t be silly, you haven’t ruined anything. I just panicked a bit that’s all.”The slightest trace of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.“Panicked? Am I some kind of lesbian monster that scares correct little housewives.” I could hear the resentment and anger hidden beneath that weak smile, god I was. ” “It’s called cherry popping. Boys call it that. Penetrating the hymen, a whole one, it can hurt.” She nodded. “That all?” I licked my lips feeling my cock swelling. Just talking about it made me horny. “Probably hurts young women, and maybe men, more than older ones. Depends on size and, well, consideration. Rape’s got to hurt. It’s violent. Making love shouldn’t hurt.” She nodded and looked away. We sat there silently for a while. “Why’d you ask?” “Heard girls talking about doing it.”. I stared at her, as a strange wet heat climbed up from my belly…She was much sexier than Laura had described. She was not a beauty; but she really attracted the looks of everybody. She had a very sensual look in her eyes; plump red lips, natural but huge tits and a body to die for.The girl was wearing a leather jacket, a tight white t-shirt that allowed to appreciate her nice tits and a pair of very tight jeans.She looked sexy; almost a “man eater”, but I suddenly had the thought that she could.