That day in the cafe, I did not get a proper chance to see the guy. Today, when he was sitting in front of me, I realized why so many ladies are a fan...of this man.He was at least 6 feet tall, had some facial hair, which was trimmed well – a wheatish complexion with a bright face and excellent physique. He was wearing jeans and a blazer and was looking like a movie hero.I said to him – My God. You are looking like Hrithik Roshan. I am afraid she may fall in love with you.He smiled – Don’t worry.. I was scared but as well as excited for the unknown thing awaiting ahead.As soon as the car started my seniors put their bags aside and ordered me to do the same which I did.Then they both started moving their hands on my body and when I protested I was slapped hard on my face and was gagged.O me of them moved his hand inside my skirt and was surprised to find no panties.He called me slut and pressed his two fingers inside me making me whin in pain.I was getting wet much to their pleasure .they. Skipper already has the next step in mind and approached me slowly. With Asok working the right side of my neck from behind Skipper started on the left, kissing and nibbling, as our bodies slipped and slid together and the foamy water bubbled and frothed between us. My breathing became a little erratic and I had to close my eyes to concentrate on not being the filling in this hot human sandwich. “Taking it in turns to hold me down, all the men cum over me, then pause to regain their breath. The. .. retired ... at 28.No ... I can't tell you.Invested, divested, invested.Paid my taxes ... got audited ... took three wine boxes full of three years paperwork and got a huge refund. I'll bet the IRS hated that.Managed to avoid the traps of beautiful gold diggers and married a librarian from East Kentucky ... the state with three million people and two last names. She wasn't pretty but she was smart ... smart trumps pretty any day of the week ... and she was FUN. She was fun pregnant ... right.