..well, I'm sorry, but that's still outside therealm of what anyone can reasonably expect a nineteen-year-old to dealwith, that's just plain fucked-up... That just makes a mockery ofeverything; it's as if he--I'm sorry "she"--just doesn't give a shit howmuch embarrassment he's causing everyone else around him, mostsignificantly, yours truly.And he's supposed to love me, right? He always said he did, anyway. Ilove you, you're the most important thing in my life, etc etc.Yeah, right!Why the hell. We all wentinto Mommies bedroom for Karen to style my hair and put makeup on me.When she was done Mommy just clapped her hands and said I was perfect.Mommy hugged me to herself and kissed me on the lips.Mommy said, "Mary, I just want to thank you for leading Christine intothis wonderful world of feminism, has she told you about that we bakedand cooked together, I taught her to sew and knit."I just loved that Mommy referred to me as her."She mentioned something in that line; also she didn't like. Instead of confronting her, I went out to ask Ashutosh, but he was gone. Preeti was in the kitchen when Meera and Tarang left. Preeti had her waist-long hair in a bun. She had been the first to fuck Ashutosh, but she wasn’t a virgin before also. Her roommate was not answering her cellphone, so I asked her to stay.Preeti was petite with a teeny bit of puppy fat. Looking at her in the business skirt and fitted shirt, I guessed her figure at 34-26-36. She was 5’5” but more than made up for it by. " She reached up, and grabbed each of their cocks. "Get going," John said. She began to stroke the gentlemen. She alternated directions -- up on one cock, down on the other. Her hand eased over the residual wetness provided by her pussy and the lube. She admired the contrast between their respective manhood -- the cut, hairy dick on John, against the smooth, uncircumcised, oversized cock on the boss. John begin to shudder, and she sped up. John pushed her hand off and fervently stroked himself..