I guess I’m a feeling a little…restless.”A similar restlessness filled me. “Ah, you’re supposed to be in Vegas right now with some chick bou...ncing on your balls, right?”I tried to ignore the pang of jealousy. I’d always hoped to be invited. Vegas was supposed to be a yearly Christmas tradition with his friends, but a few months into our parents’ marriage his trips became more and more frequent.“Why didn’t you ever take me with you?”He cleared his throat. “They were boys’ weekends.”“There were a. I could not get him out of my mind. As I lay in bed that night, trying to go to sleep, all I could think about was the feeling I had when his body had touched mine. I begin to think about what it would feel like to have his hands on me. His hands caressing my body and before I knew it I was touching myself. I started by touching my neck and slowing moving down to my breast. I could feel over my tank top that my nipples were already getting hard. I imagined what it would feel like to have his. The guys holding myarms said, “You move and we’ll throw her out thewindow.”I sat back. Jennifer looked at me and whimpered, “Dosomething Mark!” Not wanting to see her get splatteredon the sidewalk, I sat still as they surroundedJennifer and started groping her sweet body and pullingtheir pants off and tearing off her mini. I’ve got a good-sized cock but three of these guys werehuge, the other was massive! The tall guy with thehorse cock (at least 13″). Sheela Aunty entered and climbed three flights of long, broad, shallow wooden steps, clutching the curved wooden banister, worn smooth by countless hands. The cottage room in which Sheela Aunty stood held s**ttered, minimal furniture, a sofa, a broken chair and the whipping table. Prakash followed my aunt into the cottage room He was barefoot, and his dhoti was rolled up.He stopped in the doorway, with one arm raised, hand resting on the doorjamb and looked at Sheela Aunty impassively. Sheela.