I then grab them both and come up with a story about gluing it to a friends car as a prank. I shoved that bra and panty into my deep pocket with a har... on laughing so hard and we kept walking. In the back of my head im saying to myself who cares. This is now mine. Someone must have cheated on their wife and threw it out the window. I am just cleaning up taking what was laying there and making it mine. We get back i shove it in my closet and then we both go to bed. A few days after he went back. Holy shit the pressure. It hurt.I tell you, it hurt so bad, I wanted more! I grabbed that monster and began pushing it in my ass, like I was putting a dildo in there, by grabbing it by the shaft, and pulling it closer to me.I know I was gritting my teeth, but I swear it was so intense it felt so fucking good. Fingers were one thing, this was entirely different. The whole naughtiness of it. The dirtiness of getting assfucked. That mindset is what got that big bastard in me. He was half way in.. We had a nice relation for few days.I finally believed that he is the right guy.We used to chat regularly.it turned into naught sex chat and phone sex too.day by day my urge to have sex increased.so one day when my parents when to marriage I called him to my home.He accepted readily and came within few hours.meanwhile I got ready in red top and leggings. Applied gloss and kept flowers and made the room ready.Meanwhile I heard the bell rang.I was really exited to see him.he was more handsome. The two things that did not come up in their conversation were why was he paying for feminine companionship and why was a nice girl like her selling her pussy. After dinner they went dancing at The Pit Stop and at eleven they were in his room at the hotel.She walked over to the bed, turned to face him and then she released the clip that was holding her hair in place and shook her head. Her hair fell to her shoulders as she reached behind her to pull the zipper of her dress down. The dress fell.