“You should have shoved it in her arse, mate” I said. John screwed his face up and looked at me in surprise. “what?” he said “you mean fuck ...her bum-hole?”“yeah, why not.” I replied “like we saw in the mag”. A few weeks earlier we had found a torn up porn mag in a wooded area of the park we often used as a short cut to our girlfriend’s houses which were very close together. We had gotten to hot and horny looking at these hardcore photos that I had got my cock out and wanked off while John had. Amy was more the all-American girl-next-door in contrast to the smoky bombshell that was Vanessa. If the ladies were cars, Vanessa was a Ferrari and Amy was a Corvette. She had shoulder length dirty-blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail focusing his eyes on the graceful curves of her throat and neck. She had what were probably b-cups with nipples that were standing up like fingertips. He couldn’t see it right now, but he knew she had great legs and an ass to match. She had been a cheerleader. ‘I’ve got something to say to both of you,’ I said. ‘Please sit down.’ Louise looked at me as if for the first time. Bette meekly folded her hands in her lap and waited to hear what I had to say. Quickly, I filled the girls in on the meeting, and especially my conversation with Carol afterwards, except I did not tell them what the tape showed. That knowledge would have been too dangerous for them. Their eyes grow round as the implications of Carol’s threat sank in. Louise spoke first. ‘What. Hum Ahmedabad me mast life ji rahe the tabhi april me mera transfer delhi me ho gayi hai vaha Delhi me rehne ka koi thikana nathi tha to me Thode din hotel me raha me yaha akela tha, fir mene pane papa ko bataya, mere papa pahele army me the to unka ek dost jo army me tha vo punjabi tha aur vo bhi retire hokar apni family ke sath Delhi me hi rehta hai to papa ne unse baat ki thi ke mere bete ke liye koi kiraye par makaan dhundh ne ke liye to unhone bataya ke mere hi pass wala bunglow khali hai.