I slow danced with a couple of Junior’s and one Senior. They each let me know they liked me; their erections spoke for them. During a rest period ... necked with one of the Junior’s on a corner sofa, and he made good progress at getting me worked up. My panties were wet when we got up to dance again.Soon, too soon I thought, the party began to break up, and I realized that it was already two AM. The music was on low volume and the overall noise level was way down. My “date,” I think his. Looking behind her, she smiled and grabbed the line of her thong and moved it to the side. She held it there, waiting, head facing forward. About 2-3 seconds later, she felt the bulbous head of his cock press against her sphincter. The touch of it on the rim of her anus made a shudder climb through her body, and her nipples began to harden. She heard a grunt, and she felt part of her asshole open, cool air hitting it. She reached back and found his cock, urging it inward. With a push, it was. “Who are you and what are you doing here? Get out of the room!” shouted Shobha at him while making a vain attempt at covering herself up with her hands. However her tiny hands where nowhere close enough to cover her big breasts.“Don’t you recognize me Shobha! I’m your junior at college and also Savita bhabhi’s neighbor. I came in to meet bhabhi but instead I found you in here!”“I-I was just trying on some clothes…”“There’s no need to lie…I heard everything…”“What do you mean?” said Shobha with. He compared his own early life as a tough experience but was in fact advantaged with family wealth in the hectic roller coaster economy of mining in Montana.But he had genius that won him favors as he grew up. Yet he wanted to share with me what he thought was “tough”, to fulfill some belief he held in proper male child rearing. I was focus, the only boy, the baby, with two older sisters to teach me their values with far more time for me than he ever made available.I guess I accepted the.