‘Well, I believe I know where to begin… yes, indeed I do… When I was younger, I was sent to an all-girls religious boarding school. Of course, t...here was little to no talk of sexuality, at that time I didn’t know that much about it. But in whispers or in privacy, the other girls had frank and unabashed discussions about sexuality. They described in graphic detail what they had done with boys… or girls. They bragged about how many times they could masturbate in a day. I had done nothing of the. "I'm sorry for laughing!" she said in short gasps, "but you looked so cute when you realized it was me standing right there in front of you!" Neither of us could stop laughing. We literally crawled to a row of seats nearby and managed to sit down. It took several minutes but we finally had ourselves laughed out and dummy me thought I'd start a nice, casual conversation. So, what was the first thing out of my mouth??"Did you have a nice trip?"In the nanosecond before I realized how I asked what. I looked up to see a pair ofbreasts, bigger but identical to the set I had just received. I didn'teven reach her chest now.I staggered back, started to hyperventilate. I couldn't remember everbeing that scared, ever being physically afraid of anything, but a voicein my head told me that whatever this woman wanted to do to me Iwouldn't be able to stop her, and I just could not get that voice toshut up."Great." She had that same calm voice. "Your physical is done, and themajor mental stuff. I can his dick in his pajama on my ass. Who mujha fir ghumata hai and He goes down a little and kisses my waist Mjhe gudgudi hoti hai and i ask him to stop But he doesn’t and keeps on doing it. he replies “abhi to bahut kuch hoga mari jaan”I try to release myself and then he suddenly turns me around. He has pinned my hands with his hands to the sides and then kisses my boobs. I am making slow sounds.. and starts pressing the other one. I start caressing his hair and also pullng him. Who bhi.