Hamari baatchit wahi ruk gayi. Mai sochne laga ki pehli bar me hi ye ladki muze saath ghumne aane ke liye bol rahi hai, kuch to gadbad hai. So hum roj...msg par baat karte. Jitne din mai Ghar par tha wo muze Milne bulati par mai koi na koi bahana bana ke mana kar deta. Muze thik nahi lagta tha.Fir mai Firse college chala gaya. College Jane ke baad wo bahut sad ho gayi. Wo kehne lagi ke tumhe Meri koi parvah nahi hai, tum muze ignore karte ho, tum muz me interested nahi ho, tum muzse baat nahi. I started to touch myself. I forked my fingers to spread my nether lips, and I pushed two fingers into my tight virginity. I’d practiced in the mirror the night before; I knew what I was doing. I moaned and cried softly, pushing my ass high in the air, arching my back and looking over my shoulder at him. His pants were around his ankles, his cock was in his hand, and his eyes were on me, swimming with desire. It was the first time I’d ever seen an erect penis. I remember that it was a shock to. One of the girls turned to me as he took her dick from Mom's wet pussy."You want to join in, k**?" he said, eyeing me up, "Get down here and clean your momma up so we can have another go at her."At first I didn't understand, but then I saw my mother lying back, her skirt pulled up around her waist, blouse and bra torn open, spunk on her thighs, her breasts and her face, looking more desirable than I could ever have imagined. And I knew. I knew that these tough gang didn't see me as being a hard. The top joined the rest of the dress at the waistline, which rode about three inches below my navel. It had a floor-length skirt with slits in front of each leg that were open to the waistline. The sides of the skirt tapered downward as it wrapped around my hips.There was no back to the dress until the two front panels that wrapped around my hips and legs nearly met in a wide “V” partially down my butt crack. Ass cleavage was quite apparent. The two pieces of fabric were four or five inches.