Not that anyone in my class had anything to do with it. See, the Seniors who were there when we were Freshmen were celestial. Grown up, mature, respon...ible, kind, considerate, they treated us like adults, were always willing to talk and let us participate, never a harsh word. We got off lucky. And when we were Seniors, we passed it on. Seemed the Christian thing to do at the time. Not that we were in any way as talented as our Seniors were. Funny, how the class that was 4 years (3 years?. Her family shed more tears for the departure of Tamara's mother than they would for her. Perhaps they knew about her relationship with Bilal who, in any case, had been transferred to a refugee camp in the North of England where there was an urgent requirement for cheap labour to help shore up the collapsing flood defences. Tamara was now alone, wretched and grieving in South London, but at least she no longer had to share a mattress with two brothers, a distant cousin from what had once been. After a minute, she broke the kiss and removed her pallu from her shoulder.She inserted the pallu inside my dhoti (traditional wear), during which she gently touched my semi-erect penis. Soon the other three repeated the same procedure one by one. Renu pinched my cock. All of their pallus were inside my dhoti.Suddenly all of them rotated and rolled over, such that their saree and my dhoti fell on the ground. All of them were wearing a white blouse and white petticoat. I was wearing white. Oooooooooohhhhhhhh… i was moaning…this was just a beginning of my great sexperience….i couldn’t take it… i put my hands in her hair and started pulling it… making her to stop kissing and licking my ears. but i couldn’t. we were just enjoying it sooooooo much. She was still wearing the panties. After a while She immediately stood up & removed them too. I still get an erection anytime of the day when I remember her removing the panties and standing nude in front of me. I was sitting on the edge.