I deliberately avoided reacting and went near Sarala and She said, babu sir, this portion of the river is dangerous to have bath as many people have d...rowned here due the severe water current and asked me to move further downstream and have bath there. I really thanked Sarala for alerting me, she smiling asked me to move further with at least a towel around my waistline, and I obediently did so and moved along with Sarala.While walking down the stream, Sarala started admiring my body even more. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I wastongue-tied and all I could do was whimper, which he probably took thewrong way. Because he began to stroke my cock through my silkypanties.I was outraged! That gay molester was, well, molesting me. Verynicely, yes, but it was horrible. I started to protest, but I felt abig tingle in my stomach, then a second, bigger tingle. Then, for someunknown, gayish reason, I began to ejaculate, soaking my poor pantieswith six huge globs of my boyish goo.I looked over. He laid exhausted on me for a while. He told me it was his best fuck of his life and said Moti tereko chudnay mein mein thak gaya hu.Itni speed se kabhi nahin lee aur woh maintaining the same pace for 1o mins and made me exhausted. Tere pleasure mein bolna muhje aur excite kar raha tha. He then laid next to me and was breathing heavily. I was also exhausted and after few minutes when I gained senses.I was glaring at his dick which was still in semi position and I touched it was all wet which i. He was liked by everyone, I guess every girl dreamed of him and every guy wanted to be a bit like him. You probably wonder, why I didn't make a move right from the beginning? Well, the reason had a name: Christine. My best friend, who had joined me in that class. I knew from the very first second, she had a crush on him and I didn't want to destroy that relationship. We often spend the evenings together with glasses of wine and almost everytime it ended with her telling me of all those.