She knew that Victorians houses were overly decorative but they out did themselves when it came to color. They look like a candy store with all the br...ght colors. Her parents were c***dren of the hippie generation that went from free love to money grubbing capitalist…he, he. Both of them worked long hours to build that big retirement nest egg, and Melissa’s college fund. They were among the generation that believed in zero growth to save the worlds resources. That is why they only had one. But still, Anjali wasn’t completely convinced by the idea of having sex with another man, let alone with a guy half of her age.“How can I be fucked by a boy of my son’s age?”, she thought to herself. But the words of Geeta ‘I have needs. You have needs. Everybody has needs’ stuck in her head.They cut short their evening walk and headed towards their homes. “I won’t be coming for the next 3 days for the walk”, said Geeta before parting ways.“Why?”, inquired Anjali.“I am going to Lonavala!”, said. It was hard for me to talk because of the pain. John rolled to a side and then, George got closer with cris crossing his legs with those of John and then, I felt my pussy being pulled apart even further. I screamed.– Aa… –I screamed for and while. I was moving my neck here and there, because of the pain. Sam said,– okay guys, are you all inside her? –– sure –George said. Sam said,– Well, you win, Fareeda.Now release her, guys –They one by one released me. They asked to fuck me but I said no. Then a terrible incident happened which kept an end to all my wild dreams. I had a close friend by name Pradeep. We were so close that I use to stay in their house for weeks. Pradeep’s father died in a heart attack and I was the one who helped him get his father into hospital and later helped their family when his father died. So everyone in their house liked me and I use to go there often.After I finished pre university education I wrote entrance exam for Engineering. I got a good rank and.