The next guy, as it turned out, had been initiated into the world of sex at a very early age by his mother. He rode my cunt for the full twenty minute... with me shouting encouragement like, "You can do it, Son." And "Harder, Son, fuck your mommy harder!"The next guy brought in a long, thick dildo that I thought would go into one of my holes, but instead it went into his bisexual ass while I pounded myself up and down on his cock.The next three guys were into bondage. One had me on my back, one. She didn’t want to have sex that night because she knew she was ovulating, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer and forced her.”Tiffany looked at her father with a dumbstruck look. “Do you mean I’m actually not your daughter?”“Tiffany, after Mom got pregnant, Fred didn’t want anything to do with her. She didn’t want to get an abortion and I still loved her, so I married her, and I raised you as if you were my biological daughter. We didn’t want to upset you by letting you know who your real. He managed to gather about 15 of us and we met up for dinner and drinks in Clark Quay area. 5 of the girls from my class turned up and 2 of them have already become tai tai pattern. But the hottest one of the night is still the flower of my sec1 class. She's well known to be flirty with the older guys in my school, and she had 1 boyfriend each year. She was even more flirtatous in her poly years. Rumour has it that she slept with quite a few guys.So I deliberately sat opposite her during dinner. When I looked at her, I could not hold myself but cry out a loud.Two three gents came inside and tried to console me. They advised me to become strong, telling me that because you have to now take care of Sumati and her family. After some time they arranged for my bath. Everybody dispersed. At that time a woman in Punjabi dressed entered the house and fared Namaste to Sumati. She sat there; her eyes were filled with tears she had muffled cry in between. Sumati signalled me that she don’t know.