As they settled in, somewhat gingerly and unsure of what to expect, I broke down and cried.I cried for the pain the two girls had gone through. I crie... for the pain I had made their mothers inflict on them. My gentle lovers had been forced to enforce my cruel discipline. It had been the right thing to do, but it still hurt.As they felt the sorrow and remorse I was feeling, they, too, began to cry, helping me to grieve. We sat together, holding one another, supporting one another, loving one. She definitely was not my first and was not my last.So let me dive into the story right away. This incident happened in one of the upcoming malls in 2012. Now imagining or trying to do what I did will land you in the security cams, so DONT!!! It was a typical Chennai Saturday morning, hot and sultry. The best place to cool yourself is going to the malls which have amazing ACs and movie theatres. So I got my bike and reached the mall.Once I entered the mall entrance I had to go, as usual, round. “Yes, he was afraid he wouldn’t be a good kisser since he’s never kissed a girl and I was trying to show him a little about it.”“Josey, we want to see your cock,” Kay told me.“You can see it, but first let’s smoke a joint together.”“Will you do another shot with us after we smoke a joint with you?” Jillian asked and I was sure she was planning to fuck me the way she was grinning.“Heck yeah I will.“Pull that matchbox out of the canvas bag, Denny. There’s a penny box of matches in there too.. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her conservative panties and slowly started sliding them down over her hips. She paused for a few seconds before exposing her pubic mound. Then, she took a deep breath and slid them down to her knees all in one motion, like pulling a bandage off quickly to get it over with.She let the panties fall to her ankles and stepped out of them. She stood their staring at the floor, blushing so hard I could almost feel the heat she was giving off. She forgot.