In many cases the initiation began at the first intimations of puberty.Unbeknownst to him or to his friend, the two of them had been identified early ...on as candidates worthy of sacrifice to the god of rain. In this culture the god was a distant cousin of the deity who would be known as Tlaloc to the people who inhabited the territory that would one day become México. The boys were marked off limits to everyone, including their families. Even as this deprived them of the loving introduction to. "Another," my friend asked."No, no," I said draining the last of my beer. "I'll better go find Lav."A quick circuit of the ground floor failed to find her, so I ventured upstairs where there was a small queue outside the bathroom."Have you seen Lav?" I asked. "Is she in there?"My first thought was she was feeling ill after all the drink she had consumed."No," said a girl in the line. "There's a guy in there at the moment." Where the fuck was she?" I whispered to myself.There were three other. Came near to her. Kissed her again. I made her sit on the bed. I removed her blouse. I wasn’t able to unhook her faint pink colored bra. She helped me with it. There it was. Wowww. Her boobs made go crazy. I started kissing and sucking on her nipples. After some time I took her saari off. Her panty was so sexy and wet at the vagina. I smelled her vagina over the panty. It was arousing. I kissed on it. She moaned slowly, “Ammm”I took off her panty and came between her legs. She wasn’t feeling. I was about to ask her whether this was alright, but one look told me what I wanted to know - and hear. Her eyes, as I am sure were mine, were burning. The last vestige of sanity was stripped away as she placed a hand on her topmost button. This was it, there was no turning back. The ultimate taboo, perhaps...My hands seemed to move of their own volition. One placed itself on her left breast as the the other slowly replaced her hands. Even as her buttons were undone, I could feel her heartbeats.