She got up and went to the bathroom. She was wearing one of Uncle Bob's old checkered shirts that she'd stolen from him years ago. It was soft and lig...t and served as a kind of nightgown when she first took it. She looked in the mirror and goggled as she saw that, between two buttons, the material was stretched open enough that she could see skin through the gap.She turned sideways. Her breasts now pushed the shirt out ... significantly! It almost scared her, and when she heard Matt come. He could feel himself become erect. He could also see it in the mirror. Then she raised her hands over their heads and once again began to chant. It began as a burning pain in his lower stomach and quickly spread to his crotch and then to his stiff member. He wanted to double over, but was powerless to do so. All he could do to not loose consciousness was to concentrate on his reflection in the mirror. He watched in horror as his penis began to loose even more size than it had when he had. "Amy Sue kissed my cheek. "Thanks for making that easy, John."Monday rolled around again and like the past Monday's, this one was filled with whispers about the Lake party on Saturday. These whispers were worse. I didn't know the girl in question, Carly Marks, but the whispers had branded her a slut and whore, claiming she begged for more when the boys were exhausted. I didn't believe the whisperers for a moment, but it was apparent that most did.The morning classes flew by in a rush. Lunch was. We shared natural relations. Her name is Preeti.I was unknown to the world of Indian Sex Story. My friend Sujith had given a cd to me of songs and in that cd, my html files of Indian Sex Story were saved. I opened one by one. Started reading, I was shocked. I closed the folder. The whole cd I have copied to my pc. Next day I returned the cd to him and directly told him what is all this stuff. He said his friend’s cd and told all the sister sex and all are bull shit. We did not discuss much on.