After about a month or so she was back to her cheerful self. As I said it was common for us to stay at each other’s house, so one fine night she was...staying over at my house. My parents sleep in their room, so Shruti and I were sharing my room and my bed. We were just passing some time by chatting with random people over a site, only to find a few horny guys and girls on there. This kind of raised our temperatures but knowing that we’re cousins we decided not to sext with people over the site.. The show was from 9 P.M. to 12 midnight.after the movie got over,we again took a rickshaw to be back to railway station because we had to be in the hostel before morning at any cost....as the rickshaw started to come near the station,we saw some guys and a lady standing near the road,the rickshaw driver asked us'Sir,will you get someone to enjoy tonight?...and looked back to us and smiled as if he had thrown in a joke,we smiled a bit too.surprisingly i asked him'where can we find one?'and. I could feel him slathering lots of lube around the outside of my bum and presumably on his cock. He pushed very gently again and more of this monster came in, Then he moved back a bit and pushed in, moved back, pushed and I pushed back toward him and he slid the lot into me. VERY slowly but very purposefully. You know I am trembling as I write this and yet it happened probably 30 years ago or moreI was experiencing a whole new world of sensation. I am kneeling on his bed with my head on my. 3. What were you thinking as I was describing allthe things I've seen you do and have done to you atthe schvitz? Which memory is most vivid?******I was thinking, that is what a slut would do.And I was asking myself, how did I become one. Isuppose, the most vivid would have to be with beingfucked by you, feeling my legs being spread a littletoo wide, sucking a black man's cock, you walkingaway, getting on my back, still being fucked by you,and having a new cock in my mouth.4. Every guy I've seen.