I and Reshma live with our mom who works in Gorakhpur, she stays at her sister’s house all week and comes home on weekends and holidays. Our father ...had left us when we were little and we had a tough childhood. Both of us girls were sexually abused by our uncle and we had gotten into bad habits in our teenage years. It took a lot of intervention to get me and Reshma clean and have been like that for over a year since this story begins. It was a sunday afternoon, Mom was not coming over this. “Maybe” Jamie conceded. “You so and so. Anyway, let’s see your bottom again. Let’s see whose is redder.” Summer giggled, now fully recovered except for the soreness she knew would remain at least until the morning. Jamie smiled also feeling a lot better, glad his ordeal was over. They both lowered their jeans and pants, squirming around. “I think yours is redder” Summer conceded. “Maybe you should catch up.” “What do you mean?” “Well, your Mum must have spanked me harder than you, so maybe I. Soon we were all over each other. Jennie's bathing suit came off leaving her gorgeously nude before me. I dropped my trunks and freed my big hard cock which she admired. Some quick kisses and then salacious penetration! I slid all of my prick up Jennie's well lubricated pussy and we went ahead and fucked like the lovers we were. My balls slapped into Jennie's anus as I gave her all the cock I had. My position above her afforded me a view out the window of the small tract house bedroom and,. That she masturbated quite a lot too. I was suprised to hear that, because I knew that she was married and I figured that married people always had sex. I told her that, and she laughed. She told me that she had tastes that her husband couldn't fulfill. Then she told me that she liked girls too. She told me that maybe if I helped her out that she could keep what she had caught me doing private. I said that I didn't know. That I had never done that, and that girls never really had.