And we stopped. I thought maybe I crossed a line.Ritika bhabhi just went away without saying anything. I kept calling her but she didn’t reply. I th...ought I fucked up!The next day was my cousin’s wedding. We all dressed up in traditional attire. At the venue, I was only searching for my bhabhi, to maybe apologize and get back to normal. But she kept on avoiding me.A couple of hours into the wedding, I got a call from her, asking me to come to the bride’s room. But the bride was on the stage! I. .uhnn…this doesn’t have…uh…have to count.” She grunted, slowly opening her eyes and looking down at me. “Like hell it”…SMACK! She let go of one of my wrist for a fraction of a second and slapped me clear across the face before pinning my wrist again. “Shut up Timothy. No more talking. Eddy (her second boyfriend) got me hooked on this anal stuff and I haven’t been able to get any real relief since he left me.” She said as tears involuntarily formed in my eyes. She then started to move her. I told her over and over that I would never say anything to anyone, and she believed me.Having said all that, she leaned into me, and we kissed deeply. As we kissed her soft hand ran up and down the length of my hard cock! Yes I was hard again, having not really lost my erection from my first orgasm. She whipered to me that she was now going to really teach me how to make love to a woman. Placing my hand on her tit, she instructed me to rubit slowly and then begin to to gently tuc and pince her. She wanted to go find DeeDee. There were things she wanted to do with Susan when her friend woke up that she wanted to practice first. Susan would be a slut just like her. It was a happy thought. Nothing else seemed to matter.Several hours later, Donna tip-toed back into the guest room with DeeDee in tow. She felt like she was a little girl sneaking out early on Christmas morning. And there on the bed was her present.Susan's dark locks curled around her angelic face in a tangled mass, winding.