She but she wasn’t in deep sl**p so she just rolled over the sofa and put legs across mine. Fuck, what now? On Betty’s face was big question mark ...oo. We knew that Joann got used to us, and she might wake up when she felt or see that we were gone from sofa. I told Betty to take off the panty and to climb up standing on sofa, so my face was between her legs. She crouched little and I reached her pussy with my lips. Her legs were pure white as snow only nice trimmed bush between her legs was. I felt the blood suffusing my face. Just being here like this is humiliating beyond belief. But being here with two guys I knew from school takes degrading to an entirely new level. I can tell myself that it was worse when Sheryl came in to torment me, but it was only worse by a tiny fraction.I know, or at least I knew both of these men well. I went to school with them all the way from kindergarten to graduation. I went to a dance with Carl once. And I once accepted an invitation to go out to. I came out and called loudly if she was there and she said she just came and was cleaning the kitchen. I felt happy that the maid saw my tool. I got ready and stepped out.Shilpa was initially avoiding looking at me. I asked her to make tea for me and she said okay. I asked her to make one for her too as I don’t like drinking tea alone.She brought me a cup of tea and took hers and sat on the floor. I said, “Don’t be shy, Shilpa. Sit on the sofa”.She hesitated at first and then agreed. I asked. "How long is the time?" asked her mom.She was quiet, as she considered a moment, and I noticed that her right leg was swaying slightly, the way people do when they are ignoring the fact that they need to pee. But I thought, it likely wasn't because of that. I tried not to stare at the dark tuft of hair between the opening and closing legs. I tried not to notice the quick flash of moist pinkness when the wayward leg swayed out to its widest position. But my sister saw where I was looking. She.