I whimpered, not daring to make any more overt moves to stop him. Not when it already felt like my nipple was being crushed between his fingers. I d...dn’t know whether defiance would stop him, or push him even harder, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out just yet. "Good," he repeated. "Let them see what a fucking slut you are." My whole body jerked at that. I like to play rough, but I had never been spoken to that way, not even in the throes of passion between the sheets,. ‘My last class ends at one. We can talk then.’ ‘Can I come in there to talk?’ ‘All the way from school?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Sure. I’m glad nothing is wrong.’ Biting wits those Goldbergs. She gave me directions to find her office and I packed up some books for study. I could read them in her office. I felt terrible. This is why you don’t get emotionally involved with anyone. It hurts. It sucks. I cranked up the music on my radio and sang along with gusto. It kept my mind off my problem, some of the time. I. To warm us up nicely.”“Lovely idea . . .” sighed Rosalie.The two women turned so that they lay flat on their back on the bed, with thighs parted. Only their shoulders and head were turned slightly towards each other. They smiled and kissed gently, looking into each others eyes.“Melissa . . .” said Glenda. “Me first . . .”The beautiful naked girl slid on to the bed between the eagerly waiting thighs. If Glenda could have seen Melissa’s face, she would have noted a similarity of expression to. What we only knew each other was our age, sizes, complexion and body type till then. We both revealed our names first. Let’s call her Soumya for time being. She was and married. Her sizes were 36-32-36. She was working on a reputed institute in Cochin. She’s actually from another district. Thus she was staying on a working women’s hostel. She was married, bt was not in good terms with husband. Thus was waiting for her divorce. So we exchanged our numbers and upgraded our chats to WhatsApp. It.