Menne kaha kuchh nahi. Wo boli ki batao to. Mene bhi majak me kah diya ahmed ki bibi ka. To bhabhi muskara di aur boli jao thora bahar se sunkar aao j...ada problem to nahi he. Mene puchha matlab. To wo boli ki behosh to nahi ho gai. Mene kaha 18-19 saal ki he jhel legi. Wo boli ki meri shhadi me me 16-17 ki thi aur behosh ho gai thi. Kai din tak dar lagta tha raat me. Mene majak me puchha ki bhabhi kya hua tha aisa. Wo muskarai aur boli ki meri kad kathi bhi choti thi aur me 16.5 ki thi jab meri. I didn’t understand but I felt completely loved like I belonged.They hovered around and in me, something that had no fathomable dimensions and was entirely not a physical reality. Yet I felt I was conscious and they were, I know, somehow physically present because I sensed I could feel them on me, inside me. It was as if we were swimming or floating in some way, I think, ever so sensually interacting with our bodies, or perhaps it was our spirits. I had no prior experience to hinge this on.All. “I don’t think that’s very likely…”“Patrick, you silly boy, they all like you, you just haven’t noticed yet.”“They really don’t.” Patrick felt the familiar heaviness in his heart return. The air seemed cooler. A lifetime of imagined rejections, and a single failed sexual encounter, was not yet undone.“Listen. What we did here today, we can maybe do again. And more, too. But first, you’ve got homework to do.” She winked at him. “This week, choose the girl you like the best. Who is she?”Patrick. I tried to break Mary's hold. I wanted to hold onto something, scratch something, let someone know I was out of control, but her vice-like grip was controlling me. John was holding my legs and I was trapped in a viscious circle of feelings I could not control. John kept pounding my cunt long after I had finally finished the longest orgasm of my life. His cock was still filling my pussy and I could feel the wetness running down my hips as he thrust in and out. Mary finally let me breath long.