Up until this point I was laughing but the sight of her long brown legs that lead up to her thick thighs and up to her very round ass, took my breath ...away. I was no longer laughing. She ran her hands up and down the backs of her legs and asked me if I was wet yet. I didn't answer because i was in shock that I was actually being turned on. She stood back up and began to remove her bra. I had never noticed how round and soft her breasts were. But I did now. As she squeezed her breast and played. We began to grind our hips in a sexual motion. Our hips meant that our cocks were touching, through our swimsuits. I remember thinking, 'Wow, why is this so beautiful, and why does it feel so much like me? Why does my body seem to tell me, that this is natural?'We undressed and she turned off the lamp. Lying upon her again, we repeated the same action, this time, her big cock was sprung upward to touch mine. She took them both in her hand, and began to jerk us off together. Slowly, I felt her. She was right. So often when she came into the room to say hi or watch some TV with me, my penis would end up in her hands or in her mouth. Sometimes she would tease me for hours, working her fingers around it and making it thicken and grow rock hard, then letting it come down and grow semi-flaccid before working it up to full hardness again. Eventually, after an entire movie's worth of torture, she would increase her hand's pumping until I gushed all over my stomach. Other times, she would. Raj said, “We now have watched everything of yours, what is now to hide bitch”.I was standing there humiliated, insulted and sexually abused. The college stand was coming near. I thought that it was over but it was not. They said to each other that “Mohit one thing is still left brother” raj said. I was confused that what was left. Raj said mockingly that “We squeezed her boob, fingered her pussy, watched her pussy, viewed her boob, but still one thing left”. Mohit replied that “What is left?We.