It wasn’t exactly fun seeing Stephanie at school the next day, but I had made my peace with the situation. I didn’t really know what to say to her... so things were unusually “polite” when we bumped into each other between first and second period. We acted like two people who barely knew each other. Between second and third period, Stephanie went out of her way to make sure we crossed paths again. I could see the deep worry on her face as she pulled me in for a frantic hug, words of contrition. Mar gayiii ui maaa…..Pel do apni garima ko aaj….Waaaahhhh jiju….Kya maza aa rha hai…Wo bhi apni gaand utha utha ke chud rhi thi…Main bhi josh mein tha….Aur hum gandi baatein krne lage…Main bola garima…..Teri choot hai ya tandoorrr itni garam hai k tujhe pelte pelte mera lund aur sakht ho rha hai meri raand….Ooo garima meri randi teri chootchodunga aaj…Teri behen to do dhakko mein hi jhad jaati hai….Tu hi meri asli gharwli hai …Tujhe apni randi banake chodunga garima…Kmere laude pe bithake. I say lads they were both over 6ft and quite broad one was called gary and the other John. I was wearing my very tight jeans with my strappy 4” heels on. As it was colder outside I had on a blue jumper but underneath I had in a very short white t shirt which shows off my mid riff and belly button ring.After a while I was getting the all the guys attention as I was stretching further for my shots. Bending over quite regularly and flicking back my long brunette hair. There must have been 12 guys. We can continue our stuff tomorrow.”I nodded, with a little twinge of disappointment.“Yeah, makes sense I guess.”We looked up the room service menu and my friend called down and placed the order. The flatmate suggested we also order a couple bottles of wine, which had me raising an eyebrow, but I didn’t say anything.We watched TV as we awaited the food and my friend cuddled up next to me on the couch. Her T-shirt rose above her waist in the back and I softly massaged her bare butt cheeks. I.