After all the twenty fifth of December was a date like any other, and a good number of the world’s population did not celebrate it at all. He came t... a theory that it was because most people got together with family or friends, and as a result those without family could feel as if they were outcasts from society on that day.He sighed and decided to find a restaurant or a hotel and stay there over the festive period. At least he would be among other folk. He had hardly made up his mind to do. .” she trailed off. One hand moved up to the crotch of her panties and he used his finger to feel the wetness for himself. “How many times?” he asked. “Twice,” she replied still holding up the hem of her dress. His fingers slid inside the side elastic of her panties. “Did you cum?” “Yes, quite a few times actually,” she told him. Though his stomach churned, he felt his erection bulging inside his pants. He also felt the cum on his fingers; not his cum but another man’s cum. “I need to get. Kuch din baad college mein program hone wala tha jisme students ka naam likhne ki zimme dari mujhe aur mere dost ke paas thi. Ek din jaise hi main aur mera frnd college me ghuse to Warsha aur uske frnd college ke gate ke pas khade the.Main use dekh kar aage badh gaya. Achanak usne mere frnd ko Bhaiya bol kar mukhatib kar diya. Waha par bahot saare log khade the jinke saamne mere dost ki izzat ka kachra ho gaya. Itni bhaari maal ladki ke mu se bhaiya sun kar mere dost ka mu gadhe ki choot jaisa. “Secondly it was velvet, not silk.”So, there it was. The rumor was technically incorrect, but substantiated. My heart was pounding. Kristi was reputed to have given many boys at school handjobs while wearing her velvet glove. I’d heard various estimates of between thirty and a hundred boys. Because of my association with Carla I’d been asked many times if the stories were true and while I’d dismissed the enquiries, I’d also been interested to know the truth, and why.Now I was silenced by her.