My mother wanted me to study; my father also wanted me to educated. But he often brings me along with him on holiday to his working place, which was a...big bungalow in very push area of Mumbai. He used to cook while I was watching him and helping him. There were five persons in this bungalow. Sahib, her wife, two son and one daughter. Sahib was an aged person of 60 but his wife whom we called Begamsab was in her 25. His both sons were studying in college, while his daughter in high school.I was. That ass, though, mmmmmm, nice," said James."OK, little boy, your turn," said Jerome as he pulled me to my feet.I was still sniffling a little as I slowly took off my shirt and tossed it aside and then kicked off my loafers and took off my socks. I undid my belt buckle and opened the button and slid down my zipper and took off my pants. They both laughed when they saw I was wearing tighty whities."Look at them little thingies," Jerome said. "And, damn, if it don't look like little sonny boy has. Bob was grinning his appreciation. He whispered to Jess, “A little over a week older will do.”Jessica quickly climbed up on the board, then leapt into his arms, bear hugging him. Bob gave her an even better kiss than Ed. Bob then decided to become the first guy to caress her mons and clit.Jessica gasped, “Oh God! Oh God! Ohhh that feels nice! ... Oh, you don’t have to stop.”“Don’t worry, next time I won’t. There’s four more to go. We’re just welcoming you to the family.” Bob said, as he dove in. He kissed the inside of one thigh and grazing his lips over the freshly shaven ones of my pussy moved across to kiss the inside of the other. He then extended his tongue and ran the tip of it along the inside fold of the left outer lip of my pussy down then up in slow recycling strokes. This he did again on the opposing outer lip. I wanted to scream, but I wanted whatever might be coming next even more. It was worth the wait to finally feel him press his mouth, his face and, of course his.