Me wo aurat ke piche hi khada tha. Maine use apna naam bataya aur uska naam pucha. Wo boli seema. Kitni mithi aawaj thi uski. Fir hum thodi idhar udha... ki baten kiye. Bus chalne se hum log hil rhe the, aur mera pura badan uske piche ragad kha raha tha. Ab maine apna lund uske gand se thodi si touch karayi. Mera lund avi tak normal tha. Maine ek hath niche ke taraf rakha tha jo ke uske gand ko side se touch kar raha tha. Usne kuch react nahi kiya aur wo mujhse baat karti rahi. Ab maine uske gand. But what willshe find?© 2017 by Anna NaMaus. All rights reserved.No part of this book may be reproduced in any written, electronic,recording, or photocopying without written permission of the publisheror author. The exception would be in the case of brief quotationsembodied in the critical articles or reviews and pages where permissionis specifically granted by the publisher or author.This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidentseither are the products of the author's. She found herself eyeing all the boys, wondering what their cocks looked like, if they were near as big as Skip, wondering how many of them had fucked girls. She looked at each girl who passed her, wondering if the girl had been fucked, wondering how many girls had been fucked up the ass, or how many had been fucked by their brothers, or how many girls had been fucked up the ass by their brothers wonderfully huge cocks. She felt like announcing that she was no longer a virgin, that she'd been. On the day of dussehra, sweets were to be made and for that jaggery was needed, which was stored in the attic of the store room. My mausi was asked to select the right kind of jaggery for sweets, in which she was a perfectionist, she asked me to help her coz the attic was very high and she was short, i was already rock hard just at her look, i made my mind to atleast touch her on this pretext i climbed the attic and said that jaggery is full of ants and i soon climbed down. She asked me to.