The truth is, I’ve been thinking about it ever since. The truth is….whenever I think about talking to you on the phone, I get so hard it hurts.”... looked up. Shamita’s pupils were the size of dinner plates and her breathing was noticeably shallow.I lowered my voice to almost a whisper. “I want to do it again. In fact, Shamita, I’m throbbing hard right now.”Shamita’s mouth opened in surprise, “Are you really?”I slid my chair back and stood up. My cock had been pressed against my thigh while I was. I did not want to stay with them, since I thought that I would run into their privacy and I was also in need of privacy for myself. I reached the hall and my friend was very happy to see me, since I had made it despite that I had to travel from Chennai. His daughter (who was to be married) and wife also were really happy to see me, since they know the bond we had.I looked around for known faces, but I did not find anyone. I had my tiffin and came back to the main hall. They were organising. Rite now priya gave me look and I thought it going to be a big problem for me to safe guard her from rahul in collage …Priya then became more active and pulled the jocks of rahul to to suck them at that second the big problem on my mind went off in a second seeing the small cock of rahul….. It was just 4 or 4.5 inch and not even half of mine… I could see disappointment on the face of priya but she gave him a gr8 blowjob as it was very easy for her to handle his after handling mine for these. Just never bothered with such things. It was never about revenge. I know that’s hard to believe, but if Roderick hadn’t pressed me, I wouldn’t have agreed to be exclusive. I just wasn’t cut out for that, I think. I was always a bit ... wild, I guess. Wanton, wicked, if you will. I’m not a bad girl, just a bad Catholic girl. I’ve never been what my parents and family wanted me to be, a happily married Italian housewife and soccer mom. I guess that’s why they kicked me out eventually. I kept.