Kartik: mom, please he is still virgin and he is appropriate age for this ritual, try to understand.Women: this ritual is for you, for centauries true...successor of jawars do this you know that, then why you are stepping back now.Kartik: because I am no longer a virgin, I lost my virginity to our maid servant. He is the best that you can have. I could not hold myself any longer and without understanding what they are talking about jumped into the conversation.Me: sorry for inconvenience aunty, I. She continued to ponder."Maybe?" She said in a tiny voice. "Just a bit?" Oh please, don't be. Please don't be. I love you! I've always loved you." I told her emphatically. But I was speaking to my mother; of course I loved her. I began to realize though that I was also speaking to Judy, who, I realized, I also loved. I loved Judy in a way far different than the way I loved mom. "I really do love you." She was hearing my words as "Mom". We shared another long look. She looked only slightly. He stopped, already throbbing deep within me. He was panting a little bit. "Rock me baby" I begged. He started slow, easing almost all the way out, and then back in ever so gently. He knew exactly what he was doing. He picked up the pace but always going in slow and gentle so he wouldn't hurt me, and bringing it out faster and faster. In, out, in, out, he had a rhythm. My head was spinning. My ass was so beautifully full. We rocked together. We moaned together. He pulled out and asked me to. But I did feel like I had been a letdown. I was worried that I made a bad partner when I was the one getting fucked. I eventually found out that my performance was on par with an ex-girlfriend whose virginity Mac had taken, but that was months later. At the time I just felt like a punk who couldn't handle getting railed.A month later I decided we should try it again. We were lying in Mac's bed after a bout of Sunday afternoon non-strap-on sex when I asked if she was interested in doing me in.