Whatever. I can’t even explain it without saying something. And I’m sorry about the scarf, but I can’t ... say—ugh!”Lara swallowed but said ...othing.“I am really sorry,” I muttered. “I want to tell you, but I can’t. I promised not to. And it’s kind of killing me right now.”“You should keep that promise.”“Or maybe I shouldn’t,” I muttered.“No, you should. This is the bed we made, you know. We can’t complain, now that we’re in it.”I winced, as I knew those words well. “Lara ... You said the songs. " Why didn't you want to tell me you'd had sex before?" I asked."Fear." She sighed miserably. "Afraid that you'd think less of me, that you wouldn't love me anymore. That's why I never told Mom about it. I was afraid that you'd be hurt."I sat up and slid next to Izzy, putting my arm around her shoulders."Not telling Mom, I understand that. Being afraid that I'd think less of you or not love you... I guess I can understand that too, considering how little time we've actually been on good terms.. My cock was bulging out from my shorts and I was rubbing it against her body while I tried to force myself on and convince her. She was below me lying on the sofa and me on top of her feeling her boobs getting crushed under my chest.Shreya aunty was trying to speak something and I closed her mouth with mine. I kissed her with my tongue deep inside her mouth and biting her lips. She was pushing my tongue out and it was making me more and more excited.Shreya aunty finally got out of my hold after. The moment he opened the door to Fatty’s room, Fatty shot back against the wall with both hands holding his ass. “Stop! Wait! You don’t need to probe me, I can tell you everything!”James just stood at the doorway looking on with a strange expression. Then a smile broadened his face, and he walked back out. “Let’s go Fatty you crazy bastard. We only locked you up for a little bit for our safety and yours. You ate a lot of energy yesterday so we couldn’t be sure you wouldn’t explode.”Fatty.