I was scared shitless when we were first asked by the girls, but now.”“BRIAN!” his mother projected from the front seat, “Language!?”“Sorr... Mom,” he responded.As I got out, I turned and said, “Bye, Flemings.”Mom was sitting on the sofa, knitting and watching TV. Yep, that’s how she relaxes, by knitting, unless she is cooking.“Hello, X.”“MOM!”“How was the future Charles & Claire Newman Cotillion, tonight?”“Now, you have got us married, and running the cotillion? Well, I guess our first girl. So I requested her to send an sms whenever she is free. By the way I am Mohan and I am 32 yrs old living in Hyderabad, working in a software company, with good structure average in colour and 5.6” Finally we were able to chat and kept chatting for a very long time for about one month. During the chatting sessions we have exchanged lot of kisses, erotic communication and I used to get hard on my pennis as well as I used to masturbate thinking of her based on her information abt her structure.. .Rahul: hey kavitha!! Why are you crying?Me: what is this nonsense Rahul!!! Stupid customs.. why you are keeping silent. Do you think this is good?Rahul: Kavi dear, this is the custom we followed for years and I think there is nothing wrong in this.Kavi: no one will do such an injustice to a woman that too with all her relatives supporting that.Rahul: you are not the first lady my dear all my relatives and the people in the town will do it… nothing wrong in this. We follow the rule which great. There was a second seat open that Tabitha could take.“Thanks,” I said, taking a seat. I squirmed to get comfortable, my clitoris aching between my thighs.“Lucky Peony and Tabitha getting fingered by Nurse Paige,” sighed Darcy who sat across from me, a pink bow surmounting the top of her brown hair, holding it back off her shoulders. She was an older girl than me, seventeen. “Last year, she only fingered me twice on the way to breakfast.”“But she was always fingering Marguerite,” Maria said,.