..”“Yeah ... This makes me think. I have responsibilities.” She gave me a peck on my lips, one of several kinds of kisses she used on me. “And... another responsibility is NOT to burn dinner.” She hopped up, I heard the lid lift on the stove, some stirring, water running, then she was back.“Just like Momma showed me. Caramelize those onions until they come apart. Brown the meat with ‘em. Then add water and let it simmer.”“And that’s how my mom did it, too. It smells great.”She plopped back into my. I looked at my quivering breasts and put his hand on them through my blouse. Rajaji kneaded my breast hard making the nipple feeling fuller as he raised my saree with the other hand and stroked my thigh. I turned around so that I was sitting astride him and allowed my saree to rise about my thighs. Rajaji stroked my flesh and kissed me again. His hand was inside caressing the fleshy folds of my plump thighs as his other hand was slowly stroking my boobs.“you are my rakhel aren’t you?” rakhel. But this was not over. I saw 4 boys of senior classes in that room. These boys were regularly involved in gang fights and sometimes even tried to get me on to fuck. Now they got the chance. They also got nude and took out their cocks. They also had 8.5 inch cock each. They blindfolded me and started to kiss all over my body. They kissed, licked and sucked my whole body. Soon I got my first orgasm and they shared my juices. Now 3 of them inserted their cocks in my holes. One cock was left. He. My eyes beamed and I said, “you sit on my lap, so that I can control the pedals and gear, and you can handle the steering”. I was waiting for Neeta’s response, sitting on my side in the car, she looked at said, perfect. I was shocked that she agreed to sit on my lap. I still clarified, “I hope you are fine with it, because you are sitting on a guys lap”, she laughed and said, ya buddy, I trust you. I went more specific to tell her about my erection, and told her, when you sit on my lap it may.