Once others got married they got busy with their families, fucking, raising children, bla bla and I am totally neglected. We lived in a small town and... with much difficulty I did my graduation in commerce. I was very horny, (the local doctor said-something –that a have a ‘bipolar disorder’-due to depression-due to the insecurities, parent’s oldage, other siblings neglect for me and my parents. This led me to masturbate daily often five to six times in a day. I was a nymphomaniac there was no. It all happened when my parents and my sisters decided to go to Malaysia for the weekend. I, hoping to do some hanky-panky decided to invite Sheeba and Cherry to my house. They were so eager and all the more decided that they would make it to my house.I was literally counting the days….Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday and at last Friday came. Time was crawling but finally the evening came and college hours ended. Sheeba, Cherry and I boarded the bus from College that would take us. I can’t believe that you don’t know that. When the boys aren’t staring at my boobs, they’re staring at your face. Considering that they’re all teenagers, I think that that makes my argument for me. It’s amazing that they stare at anything beyond boobs.”“I am not. You are.”“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I know that I’m attractive – I have only to look at my Mom to see that, but you are decidedly prettier. And I think that you also have the best bod in the class, but I know that you’ll disagree with that, too.. As we approached the bathroom door it opened and Debbie and Bev appeared, both wrapped in towels, Debbie had a great cleavage showing and she looked really hot wet!. Bev on the other hand looked more like a drowned rat, but a clean drowned rat. We both went into the bathroom, stripped off our shorts, now I must admit I did glance at Michael’s groin, didn’t see much but black pubes and a bit of cock as he raced to get into the bath first, as I climbed in I could see that Michael’s eyes were.