Suddenly, something cold and wet hits my neck, bits of whatever it was falling down my collar. I think I know what it was though. I turn to Ginny, her...right hand extended in front of her, her glove covered in small white flecks.She is grinning. She seems to be pleased with herself.I let a grin of my own slide across my face, watching hers falter.She probably expects me to throw a snowball back at her.I don't. I run at her, instead. But those Quidditch reflexes of hers, damn them, kick in and. The dark guy who was kissing all over told the guy “Chal bajula ho maja” (come one move out of my way) and looking at me, he told, “maza lavda tujya aata ghalun tuza bhokat ….ghalun zavanar hai mein” (I am going to shove in my cock in your hold and fuck you). I came to know later his name was Vithal.He laughed and others joined in. My legs were crossed tight. He had no access. “rand chal faku tujha madhi ani zavu dhu mala” (Open your thighs bitch and let me fuck you). Vithal growled at me.. But I don’t think you’re mentally ill.”“I’m living with Steve...” Michelle smirked.“Well, yes, but then we’re ALL mentally ill!”“You said it, Babe!” I said piously to squeals of protest from my wives and Michelle.“Dad?” Jesse said, coming into the ‘Indian’ room. “It’s time to leave for my hockey game.”“OK. Let me put on my shoes and I’ll meet you and your moms at the car.”I kissed my wives and Michelle, put on my shoes and walked out the back door and got into Jennifer’s new Lexus GS300. I’d. He saw her look and quickly changed his countenance. Looking down at her with loving eyes, he lowered his body to be in contact with hers. He held his weight on his hands as he smothered her with kisses.Her ruby lips were receptive to his advances and her hands sought to touch every part of his body. He responded in kind. It didn't take much to convince him to mount her. He now knew the source of the unusual experience last night.He had been deceived, probably at the instigation of Peggy Sue..