She clawed at his shoulders, his hair as her hips thrusted and bucked to meet his tongue. Pausing to catch his breath, he flicked his nimble tongue ov...r her clit, which by now was solid as stone and protruded from it’s pink hood. As if this wasn’t enough, he stroked at the tight puckering of her arsehole, using some of her creaminess to lubricate its rim. After the initial shock she moaned loudly, asking him to slide a finger inside her. “Inside where? Your pussy?” He took each fleshy lip. So after the train moved, i came back to my hostel room and i was crying for the whole night.. Then days passed i started to get back to my usual activities, my dad used to call me regurlarly to my hostel number. But the warden was bit strict, so he did not allow me to converse to my parents for much time..Then one day all of a sudden mom and dad visited to my college, i was really surprised to see my parents.. As soon as i saw them i went near them,i hugged my dad and my mom started shedding. I got upset and sad for them but what Fahad said to me after that shocked me. He told me that his mother wants to meet me and ask for my hand for him from my parents. I got confused what to say. I told him no its too early. So we decided that we will take sometime to know each other more and then we will think about engagement.Days passed and me and Fahad came close to each other. H got bolder now and started to ask me personal questions like what are you wearing? When I used to tell him my. I took a big swig of my drink and went down stairs to the lounge where I saw lots of familiar faces and some unfamiliar ones. The girls were sitting round our large lounge, dildos and sex toys of all shapes and sizes were scattered all over the floor and coffee table. I entered the lounge to a few woops and screams, even from people who had seen me in swimming trunks before.As before I modeled various pairs of boxers then moved on to some thongs. I modeled these but was feeling a bit insecure..