I used to prefer to sit on the back benches to have fun with my friends.One day I was totally irritated by the lectures so I decided to observe what a...l students do. I observed some where drawing on the text book. Some where playing games and some were listing to teacher then I observed the row beside me there were two boys sitting on the back benches named Yash and Mangesh. They were behaving weird so i decided to observe them.They didn’t noticed me that I was keeping an eye on them later what. I swear the next guy left a dust trail and was behind her before the first guy had pulled out he wanted his fuck at her so bad. The guy who’d just shot his muck pulled out and came around to hubby to shake his hand and thank him. “Sorry I didn’t pull out, is that ok?” “No problem” hubby said. He took in the crowd of 5 guys and said “feel free to empty your balls wherever you see fit. My slutty wife loves it wherever you put it.” To a man, they all make thankyou noises and smiled. The guy that. Anytime we’d be at home, I’d always try to see what panties she was wearing, and when I’d see her reach down to get something, and if she was wearing a thong, it would drive me crazy.I’d get sick of these idiots at school saying how good she looked. I always tried to look good in front of her, hoping she’d say something to me. I’d read her diary, and knew she was a virgin. This went on for the next 3 years. So when she turned 18, and I was 20, I was still having all these sex fantasies about. Then again what if Dante was wrong?As this mish-mash of connected yet random thoughts whirled through my mind, I realised that many of them were bolstered by remembered facts that previously I doubted that I'd have been able to recall. Perhaps the shock of whatever had happened to me to put me in this place was wearing off. Even in my thoughts, I shied away from the bald idea of 'my death'. Anxious to derail this macabre train of thought I consciously switched to thinking of my sexual.