After taking one long look at it with wide open, horrified eyes, she quickly got back into her skirt and panties and asked me to take her home. Like t...e few others before her I’d had similar experiences with, I didn’t want to apply force. I’m not too keen on risking a rape charge. She hasn’t called me since and refuses to answer when I call, which has me upset, because I really liked the sweet little thing and was sure that I’d finally score. I mean she had felt and rubbed it through my jeans. Mast maaal hai tu…Aaaaahhh….Aaaahhh sali…Aaahhh chut marwati rah…Aaahhh….Chal ghodi ban ja….Pichhe se chut marunga….Aaaahhh maza aayega…Reena khadi ho gai.Wo ghodi ban gai.Reena-aaja mere ghode….Ghodi to tyar hai…Aaaahhh uper chadh ja…Aaaahhh chod apni ghodi ko….Aaaahhhh……Reena ki peeth pr hath rakha aur lund uski chut pr set kiya.Shot mara.Lund chut mein jane lga.Chudai ka maza aane lga.Reena-aaaaahhh yaaar……Aaahhh yaaar…Bahut maza…Aaaa raha hai…Aaahh yaaarr….Raj…Aise bahut maza aata hai mujhe. “Talk with our families this evening and go dancing tomorrow night?”“That’s a plan,” I agreed.Mom was correct about the cake. It was scrumptious. We lingered, finishing the bottle of champagne. We headed back to Paradise after I settled the bill. I left a big tip for waiter. He had been superb.“I suppose we are looking at a wedding after your season ends?” Heather commented as we were driving to my place.“An in-season wedding wouldn’t work too well,” I said. “A wedding after practice and film. “Because I was jealous. You’re right. I was jealous of seeing you with Paige; they way she could kiss you like that and the way you could kiss her and hold her and show her off and they way that I can’t do those things.” She ran her hands through her hair. “God, I’m so fucked up.” The silence lingered; cold and empty. She threw her arms around in exasperation as she fought back the tears that threatened to spill down her soft, delicate face like a dam about to break its walls. “That’s why.