Mama nahi pohnchi thi to boos ni 1st moghe hi naga kiya are kohb mere gahnd maree etnii me mama ka ph aya boos ki pass ki wo bilding ki nichi agyee hi... to boos ni mama ko fliaet no batyya are bola oper aja etnee me boos ni mere pint sart under waer utya are almareeme dal diya are moghe nagha hi stor me coupadiya are booss ni jalde salwaer kameez pahnii etne me darwaza baja to boos ni door open kiya mama under ayee boos ni dawaza band kiya . Gayes mama ni kartan ki waight kameez are salwaer pahni. I told her I was sorry if i was a little too bold Friday. She said no way what I said made her happy all day and after thinking about that all weekend she was more an more curious about what guys thought about her and was full of more questions! She said she only had one class scheduled the next day because of some event on campus and her Dad thought it was a normal full day so if I can work it out we could meet after that class and spend the day together?? I couldn't say no and the next day I. ....uh, No! no I can’t.” Joanne sputtered as she regained her thoughts. “Five times in one day! And he lasted at least twenty minutes every time. Hell, the last time I thought i was going to have to make him stop. He fucked me for a solid hour!” Betty finished that last with a note of exasperation in her voice. It was meant to hide the relish she took in her conquest of Bill, but Joanne wasn’t fooled. She knew Betty too well. The fact that Betty’s husband, Clark, had long ago stopped giving. Off to college Ethel chose a school as far away from home as her parents allowed. From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania she traveled to Portland, Oregon. Maybe three thousand miles would stretch the umbilical cord thin enough for it to break.Scholarly days and studious nights bookended wild weekends. Ethel discovered her sensuality. Boys whose hormones ran miles ahead of logic saw past Ethel's frumpy exterior. As maturity blossomed her appearance changed. First Ethel's wardrobe lost its middle aged.