Shilpi Bhabhi’s cries were sharp and erotic and I could not hear them but her facial expressions were telling her state. There was a chair on which ...hilpi Bhabhi’s blouse and petticoat was kept along with Hemant’s jeans and t-shirt and her sari was hanging partially on the back and arms of the chair and rest of it was on floor and her undergarments were also on floor that is Shilpi Bhabhi’s bra and panty.Hemant’s inner wears too were laying on carpet beside them and both of them unaware of me. Something isn’t right, I thought. Too many nights have been interrupted with these nightmares, each of them different but somehow connected. When I wake from them, something odd takes place in my reality. This time it’s the suitcase, last time it was the bottle of mouthwash that mysteriously appeared on the bathroom counter. Maybe I’m losing my mind. Perhaps all of the stress over the last year has finally taken its toll and I’ve snapped. Maybe I forget small details like leaving the mouthwash. Each time I gave out a scream, almost unaudible because his hand stayed pressed against my mouth. After a few more hard smacks he pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down around my ankles, despite my protests. You are a little slut arent you? Look at that, your pussy is soaking wet. Tsk, tsk, you enjoyed that didnt you, you slut? He said, licking his lips. I couldnt help my self, as he rubbed his finger down my wet slit, I moaned. I think he took this as a que, as he pulled me back up by. Tommy was always busting my balls.In addition, all the women at school wanted to go out with him. He had his pick of women. He was always going out with different women, and making sure in the locker room that every guy knew that women were getting his rocks off on a regular basis, especially me.It was my winter break from third year at college and 22 years old, when I saw Tommy go into my ex-girlfriend's parent's house. I knew he was in for a major case of blue balls, that why I broke up with.