Soumya:plz Me: sorry Soumya: ok just friend rahenge.Fir hum log juice piye muje ghar se phone ara tha to muje jane to main use bola bye I want to go h...ome then ok bye maine use pucha can I drop? She told thanks ok come I ll drop fir humne bike pe jare to barish start ho gaya to wo muje piche se jorse pakdi aur boli muje thand lagra.Me:ok fir usne haat mere paint pe rakhi aur wo mujse chipke baiti muje uska irada thoda thoda samaj main ara tha to main b ab sex ke bare sochara tha aur piche se. “It’s a little problem I have,” he mumbled, but he offered to eat her out. However, the magic was gone and she soon hustled him out of the door, opened up a bottle of Vodka and sat before the TV watching some mindless program.There were no more men in her life until her computer went down and somebody suggested that George Smith, more commonly known as Geeky George, could fix it for her. He wasn’t in any of her classes but she tracked him down and they arranged for him to drop by to look at. We went to the dance floor and shook our asses for a few songs. After a few minutes, he grabbed me and pulled me close to him. He leaned down and started to kiss my lips and neck as we danced. His hands were all over me. He was rubbing my thighs and ass under my skirt. I started to tease him a little. I rubbed my tits across his chest, then turned around and rubbed my ass against his crotch.Tyrell wanted me, and I sure as hell wanted him. He offered to take me back to his place, but I didn't. Laura said, “Cool it girls. Don’t excite the lesbians. He is already hard. Don’t embarrass him any more.”As I looked around the gymnasium all I saw was women. They were all about the same age, between thirty and forty years old. The perfect age to have teenage children in the Marching Band. I wondered how many were single parents like the four of us in our team.Laura told me to come to her house on Saturday for my orientation. The other women just giggled.I said, “Okay.”When I arrived on.