I was just a kid, so it probably wasn't all that good.I knew I had done something wrong and quickly jumped off the bed and went back to my room. I did...'t even take the time to apologize. I figured Jill would tell my sister and she'd tell our mom and dad and I would be in big trouble.I waited a few minutes and nothing happened. I figured the shit would hit the fan the next morning, but at the breakfast table, no one said anything. I looked over at Jill and received a smile. She never said. We just held each other and enjoyed being desperately in love.I could have stayed like that for the rest of the day but I felt Kala shaking and I pulled back to see what’s wrong. She’s crying! I was scared to death that I had held her too tightly. I kissed her and asked, “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”Then she was laughing and crying at the same time. She smiled through her tears and said, “I’m sorry, Dean. I can’t help it. I love you so much it hurts.”Then she threw her arms around my neck and. He can’t see us and stops 20 yards away from us, from her angle Lesley can see everything, as he decides to go for a piss. I slide my cock out as far as I can and slide it deep back inside Lesley, making her bite her lip not too make a noise and let him hear us, though if he did then perhaps she would have a hard cock to suck as well ? He doesn’t hear us and once finished he heads back off up the lane. I can tell how tuned on this had got Lesley, nearly being caught, and it isn’t long before. That is who we were deep down, to the world we were four young Indian girls of a low caste and perhaps even lower morals. I found that I had a job too. I was a maid working for an upper class family. The pay was next to nothing and the wife treated me like chattel. The oldest son however was another matter. Badal, a student of engineering and so full of himself that he almost needed a second body himself just to house the extra ego seemed to regard the world as his for the taking. And me as his.