I was 16 years old at that time. At night we were roaming near the ganga banks when suddenly someone commented at my moms figure. One shouted “Look ...at that ass, it must be yummy to eat”. I was enjoying this kind of lewd comments. Then he came and groped at her ass. My mom was silent. It was at 11.30 and the place was desolate. There were only these three boys with heavily built physique. I deliberately didn’t protest as I was scared and also enjoying at the same time.Suddenly a boy pushed me. As I noticed this the feeling of being the odd one out left me with a feeling of despair, at any moment I would be ordered out to leave them to indulge in that sacred act, but there was hope, as they edged closer and closer, choosing to ignore me, no one was asking me to go, so I felt their excitement, I was caught up in their need, and my eying my brothers crotch did not trigger alarm bells, no nature was encouraging me as a female, and in my need, his penis became a separate organ, an organ. Mom had smiled softly. "You're home. Did you have a good time?"Perhaps it was the way Keira said "Oh yes," that made Mom pat the sofa."Come. Tell me everything."Keira didn't know how, but somehow Mom knew and, rather than showing any disappointment, she'd cuddled and comforted and talked, letting Keira know what the limits were, what behavior she expected from Keira. And then she'd asked, "Was it good for you?" and Keira had grinned broadly. Good didn't begin to describe making love with Seb!A. We walked for the better part of twenty minutes, and since I couldn't think of anything brilliant to say, the journey was a silent one. We ended up in front of a door unmarked except for the numbers B3F44 on it, which I committed to memory because any hope is better than none and because I had nothing better to do right then anyway. There was a card reader by the side of the door that looked familiar, and Victor waved his ID badge in front of it. Its little red light flipped to green and I.