The woman didn't look mad, in fact Kate was pretty sure she was an important external visitor. So why? Why her? It had happened before, why did gay gi...rls go for her? She should report this, that woman might take a fancy to any of the girls working in the unit. But then the police would know, and they might want to look into her past, but it had never been her, she'd never even wanted it! Kate decided to let things be, nobody here needed to know of her problems.Kate knew she wasn't gay, well at. I did refrain from asking her one question that has been eating away at me ever since; Why had she saved those pictures in the attic all those years to begin with?It was two years later that I truly began to understand my mother's strange college compulsion. I know full well that blacks and whites are equal in every regard, but the willingness to submit to those who 'imagine' themselves more superior is not deniable. My mother did it for her arrogant white roommate, and my friend Ashley did it. Ek din usne mujhe kaha manoj tum kal kya kar rahe ho, maine kaha main kuch samza nahi . phir vo boli ke rahul aur golu kisi jaruri kaam se teen dino k liya bahar jaa rahe tour per. Main kaha to main kya karu , to wah bhut sexy andaz main boli ke kal tum golu ke jagah mere class le lo na gurujee . uska asa kahna tha ke jase mujhe meri murad mil gayi, maine kaha kyo nahi jarur 2 baki ek baat main bata du k meri class bhut hi hard hoti hai , sahi nahi padne per stic se saza jarur milti hai jisme. Mama was caressing my back and kissing in between. Nobody was in hurry.Nana sat besides me and again we started kissing. Meantime mama took off my saree pin and left my saree pallu to fall. They both alternately kissing me and fondling my boobs over teh blouse and bra. By their heavy fondling, my chest was bursting, boobs trying to get rid off the clothes and get free. Without wasting time, I opened blouse hooks and soon it was open totally. Then I opened my bra hooks also and Simultaneously bt.