I took out all my clothes and came on door of bathroom and said, may I join you.She came to door, grabbed my dick and pulled me inside the bathroom. A...d at once we started sucking and kissing under the shower. I groped her boobs and ass in a rough way, smooched her mouth harder. She was extremely horny and she began biting my lips.I responded in more wild way and groped pulled and kneaded her boobs. I handled her ass in a rough way and pumped her ass and boobs to fullest. I pressed as much as I. Becky said this caught her by surprise because I had very little interaction with Ashley. Needless to say this made my dick start to rise. I had noticed that in the last couple of years Ashley had started to blossom. She was about 5'7" with long brown hair, nice "c" tits, and long athletic legs. She was always flirting with me by giving me hugs and sitting on my lap. Becky must have noticed me drifting to thoughts of Ashley and the growing bulge in my pants because she said, "You wouldn't fuck. But he couldn’t blame her for it, he had been the one to make the decision to do it in the first place, he had taken the steps to rape her in her sleep, he felt sick, disgusted and angry at himself, he realised in a way he was worse then the men who had raped her in the first place, because he had convinced her to allow him to rape her long after they had.He had to stop this, he was sick in the head and he needed to stop this before it got even worse, today it was a blowjob and next it could. So she came to college in salwar kameez, a dupatta doing it's best to hide her ample cleavage. Her father dropped her off in a scooter and she went home in an auto owned by her brother in law. Understandably, her love life was confined to Shah Rukh posters hidden in the closet.Problem was, Swati wanted to be like the rich girls, going around in big cars with boys who seemed always high. She had her admirers, boys of her age and class, but she wanted more. She dreamed of discos, drinks and 'da'.