This incident happened to me when I was a fresher working in a company in kerala where I met my man who later fulfilled my dream and became my husband...till my marriage . I was very fat and after my puberty only my man-boobs and ass grew big so usually every boy in my class tries to touch my man-boobs and likes to feel the softness of it but I don’t like guys teasing me like this ..As days passed by I started to like it and pretend to act as if I don’t like it and after returning home I think of. Arggg, it hurt a bit due to the force. "Mmm tight hole. "You are right you have not been fucked many times." He continued to his forceful exploration of my ass as he pushed his digit deep and felt around in my rectum. He hit my prostrate and whatever discomfort was replaced with an intense pleasure centered on my prostate. A little moan escaped from my mouth, "you like that don't you". "Yes, I do, Sir," I responded approvingly. Not only was I enjoying the fingering but the who submissive tone. I still curse myself for being so coward. Okay that you will know in further.As my Mid term vacations came and there was one of my friends marraige I decided to visit India. I was visiting India after almost 5 years. I had gone to America when I was 19. So I wanted to make full of this visit and see India. My friend house was in goa. We studied together in mumbai. I decided to flight to delhi rather than directly Mumbai so I could travel in train. So as per my plan I boarded a train Delhi to. She has been more than patient. She has been taken to the edge of passion, reading what he has shared from afar, in the dim light of her room, late at night. She has trembled and yearned to see him, touch him, have him.The noises in the house alert her to the likelihood he has entered. She hopes she is not mistaken. Was that his motorcycle pulling up, or simply one passing by? Was that the latch of her door, or just a creak from a settling timber like she frequently hears when all else is.