She was glad her friends managed to convince her to come to this party, it was certainly the most fun she’s had in awhile.She closed her eyes, focus...ng on the job at hand, and in her hands. Her soft fingers rubbed the massive members as fast as she could, feeling her body shake and shiver with every thrust that was made by the two men at her backside. One giant cock after another, slamming themselves inside of her body, her pussy was on fire. Her insides burned with blind pleasure, as she. Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, some time in the summer, although the last two years she'd worked summers in the city and so Dad and I didn't see her much.But when she was home I was walking on air, always still in love with the girl who seemed to get prettier and more desirable with each passing year.And then the phone call!June 1988She was suddenly getting married to someone else! Except it wasn't that sudden. We'd heard increasingly more about Bernard over the last two years, even had to. I reached a day before his sangeet night and checked in at the hotel. It was evening. I met a few friends there, Arjun and his family. It was a classy hotel and the ambiance was so refreshing. I quickly freshened up and went for a drink at a bar. So here I had a glance at my lady of the story. Babita (name changed) was 35, unmarried, 34-30-34, and had a perfect hourglass figure. She was wearing a black mini one-piece dress which was a little above her knees and was shoulderless. Her body was. “I’ll be the envy of every man there,” I said. “All the guys who didn’t ask you to prom will realise what a mistake they made.”Claire blushed. When we first met, she told me that I was only her second boyfriend. She hadn’t been popular at school, being a late developer and your average awkward teen, braces on her teeth and a spotty complexion. She’d said that she dated a guy from school but not until she left and started college, and that she’d lost her virginity to his much older best friend.