. I'm sorry.." I said. Taylor had dissapeared somewhere and I was left alone with Steph. The dance was about to begin when she gave me a hug. "Thanks ...n advance for taking me to the dance." she said."Its not a problem, you should know tha--" and she planted a nice kiss on my lips that lasted almost a minute when a teacher had to come break us apart. The dance began and we all were in casual clothes (and thats a good thing because I didn't feel like getting dressed up) and started to dance. Alot. He held my bumcheeks firmly and started to lick my anal lobe.It sent shivers down my spine even my husband had never done this before, his tongue hovered all over my inner-arse and my shithole. It gave me a very different feeling, he inserted a finger into my crack and I let out a moan “ramnikbhai pleaaase aaah please pichey chodiye na aaah apko joh karma haaai aagey kijiye aaaah” but had no effect on him, his expert fingers moved in and out of my anus and he licked his finger and said “kya. For some reason that was the direction I always headed for my late night walks. He turned to me. "I thought it was about the other thing." That too," I admitted. Now he had me at a fork in the road. Just when I was set to rally his support he introduced the subject of him fucking my girlfriend. I wasn't ready to talk about that. It wasn't something I wanted to think about yet."It was my fault, entirely my fault. Cindy said you would be mad." Spence, can we... can we talk about next year and. He laid on his bed reading the storybook from his english tutor a collection of 100 love stories. When his dad got home he was asleep with the book on his face. He asked, after waking him up, “Learning how to be with Wendy?”He replied “No my English review book dad. It apparently a way to learn composition and grammar. According to Miss Jill.”He smiled and walked to the kitchen.The next day Wendy arrived at 8.30 dressed the same. He took her to his bedroom and undressed her, he turned her.