‘Seriously, I’ve never really thought about it. What kind of things are we talking about here?’ Rachel was just drunk enough to actually open up...about her escapades. ‘You really want to hear the details?’ When Valentina nodded in the affirmative, Rachel began telling her. ‘Okay, well, I’ve had sex with other girls, I’ve had sex with a black couple, I once had a gang-bang, been to an orgy, seduced a couple of my parents’ friends, had sex with a couple of younger people, public sex – how’s that. Ye to khush khabri sunai isliye boob chusa rahi hun…Raj-meri jaan tumhare boob mast hai….Chusne mein maza bahut aata hai…Chalo meri jaan…Reena ne dusre boob ki nipple mere munh de di.Reena- aaaahhh … Yaaarrr. ..Bade maze se .. .Aaahh … Ooo sweat heart aaahh … Maroge yaar… Oooo yaaaa oooo yaaaa mast chuste ho … Aaahh raj .. Aaah… Dusre hath se dbao yaar… Aaaahhh yaaaar oooohh hooo aaahhha …. Oooh aah …. Raj …Wo ab let gai thi.Boob chusate time wo khoob mast ho gai.Uske uper let kr dono boob chus. And I did that a lot. Who wouldn't in my situation? I was young, fit and male. I could get it up half a dozen times a day without breaking a sweat and, given the peaceful seclusion of the Coleman garden, that's exactly what I did.My late teenage self was 6'2", darkly tanned like a Greek or an Italian with a solid square shouldered build and thick, wavy, almost black hair. I say almost because it had chocolatey golden brown streaks which appeared in the sunshine. I had quite a hairy chest which. Even Hank seemed excited, like he knew exactly what we were going to do. Friday night came, and Hank and I loaded up our equipment and headed to Angel's house. My dick was growing hard in my pants. I couldn't wait to shove myself into her virgin holes. Nine of us would ever forget this night. I'd make certain of it....Angel wasn't very smart about common sense. She always left her doors unlocked. Very naïve, poor girl. There was no way she could ever possibly know what was coming through her.