We reached home much to our relief. Simultaneously, Mahesh also reached my home. Both of them helped my husband to get into house. They made him to li... on the sofa in the hall. We three went to the bedroom. Mahesh hugged me tightly from the back crushing my boobs over the sari. Arvind pulled off my sari. He bent and kissed my stomach. Mahesh unhooked my blouse and removed my sari. Now, I was wearing only a bra and skirt. They made me nude and made themselves nude. They lifted me and threw me on. Any suggestions or reviews can be sent to Now coming to the story I studied in a cbse school where the gals and boys don’t talk with each. It’s our principal rule I don’t know why. So I never talked to gals in my school and don’t know about it until the biology reproduction chapter came to action. This is where I first knew about vagina.And the same day my friend murali took me to Internet and showed me xxx. I was amazed by seeing it.And now here comes Radha aunty I don’t know the shapes I saw. An ever-present reminder that someone *else* is in charge. And, of course, a good rope should be gentle, but *very* firm!We looked at each other when we saw the order form in the back, neither knowing exactly what to say. Should we order something? And if so, what? Wait a minute, HOW?! Mom would freak out if she found out that... Hold on here, Isn't *she* the one who had it in the first place? Why should *I* feel guilty?"Ummmmmmm... I need your exact street address, Jenny." No... uh... I think. The eight hour drive to her city was not something I could make often, so it would be two months before we saw each other again.The lack of physical contact was driving us insane; we constantly messaged each other, describing what we wanted to do. The longer we were apart, the dirtier we talked. Finally we decided messaging wouldn't do it. We needed to see each other, and our webcams provided that opportunity. We decided that when her parents went to sleep, we could web chat, and watch each.