Above the waist, fine; below the waist, no. That was serious, and she didn’t feel serious about Deborah’s little brother.Greg learned that Janet c...uld really kiss. But it was the breasts he wanted -- the breasts of a real woman -- preferably the naked breasts of a real woman.Janet was learning about the brother’s rough edges. His kiss was insistent. Tongues were fine, but a better lover worked up to them. She’d been willing for him to unbutton her coat and blouse, but she had expected him to. He said “How could I forget it?”. She said “I want you to fuck me like that”. She said “I have slept with about 10 guys and I cant stop thinking about how you fucked Denise that night”.It took about 10 seconds for the two of them to get into the shitty room (with coat hanger TV antenna!) and be on the bed. She said that they were making out like crazy and that they were both ripping each others clothes off as fast as they could. She started sucking his cock immediately. She told me that. That day is a full moon night, so you will have 'diksha'. Madam, please do not bring your sari etc. as our ashram has a dress code and you will be given saris, which are specially washed with herbal detergents, and also Madam, no ornaments are allowed here. Actually speaking we offer everything here, so there is no need to bring anything. I was a bit puzzled about the "sari" part, as I have not seen any woman in the ashram till then. He just mentioned about wearing the saffron sari, but what. And I got the feeling that I wasn't the only one.Still, none of us was gay and it was nothing more than an accident when a hand glided over somebody's cock or ass and if it felt good, that's just the way things are. I mean, if you close your eyes, does it really matter who is touching your cock?So the four of us wrestled with each other and I ended up on the grass with Tony sitting on my chest and kneeling on my shoulders telling me to give up. I wouldn't, of course. I kept struggling and.