He decided to skip work that day. It all started after my sister’s marriage. My Jijaji was a handsome and well built man. He was extremely jovial an... educated. I envied my sister and I loved my Jijaji. My sister had come home to meet us after her marriage. She walked with a strange gait as though there was pain in her hips. I understood that since she had now consummated her marriage, she had a strange walk. One afternoon when my parents were away visiting some relatives, I returned back home. Someone had work out the girl's face so it was impossible to tell who she was expect for the face of a wolf the was tattooed above her left hip. After I got a good look and imagine what it be like to put my hands around her hips as I took her from behind I went back to the group chat.From there on the whole conversation revolved around the picture. There was a lot of conjecture about who the girl was. One of the wildest thoughts was that it was Mis. Johnson in the picture. From my first year in. Then, he did something which I never expected. He grabbed my ass and raised me oooohhhh ghoshhhh he was so strong at this age and he started to kissing licking biting my boobs area.My boobs were still under kurta and bra but I could feel he wet mouth and sometimes movement of his tongue. I just love it. In the same situation, he started walking as I held gripped my legs around his below the waist and held his hand tightly so that I don’t lose balance.He threw me on his double bed but as I had. A couple of young frat-looking guys in wet suits and boards left the water. The blond was short and stocky, built like a fireplug. The brunette was tall and lanky with an amazing smile. He nodded his head as he opened his wet suit to his waist – revealing a lean hard and ripped torso and pecs. Hairless like a swimmer – even under his arms. They were talking to each other and looking over at me, and I smiled, licked my lips, and waited. They kept walking, but the brunette came very close.