Her beautifully pert 32C breasts stood firmly on her chest above a toned and flat stomach accentuated by a belly-button piercing that drew any interes...ed eyes to her mid-riff. Her tight, round ass topped muscular legs that only runners truly have. I was stunned by her good looks from the beginning and as the year went on my attraction to her became very strong and I would think about her most times when I masturbated. It wasn’t a one-way street, either. I would catch her looking at me. “Last night was fun. We should do it again. I’ll call you,” she whispered.“You don’t have our numbers,” one replied.“I’ll find you. Don’t worry, now go!”The lads slipped out of the door to a rousing round of applause and wolf whistles!Feminine voices called out, “Hi, Stephen! Hi, Peter!”No, no, no, no!The boys ran out the front door and raced down the stairs.Sherri looked out into the hallway to see what had happened. Her three roommates had set up a row of kitchen chairs facing her door! The. She was hooked worse than me. She showed me her cuts. She leaned on me. She even asked me for first aid advice. It was fucked up and I don’t want to go back to that place again. But I do realise how lucky I am when I hear about people who can’t go out in public without covering up scars on their arms or legs. Thankfully I have no obvious lasting physical reminders of it. There is one scar on my arm that’s still visible only if you look for it. I stopped before I got to that point after. She started beating me on my chest with a closed fist. “Rascal, I thought you were still a baby, but you used me like a whore Rajesh,” Padma Aunty said, sobbing.I pulled my hand from her pussy and said, “Sorry, Aunty,” Licking my fingers which were coated with her juices said smiling,” I know you too enjoyed it, Aunty. Your juice tastes wonderful. When can I drink the nectar from the source?”Padma Aunty made a face and said, “If I allow you to suck my pussy I don’t know what you will do?”“I.