I went to get dressed and noticed my panties were soaked. They weren't wet, they were soaked. It was this time I realized that something must be done ...about this. I had to make a move on Sarah or go insane with hiding my secret passions from her. If it turned out that she wasn't interested in me, at least I would know I had tried. No one will get anywhere in life if they do not try.That same day, I asked Sarah if she would come over to my dorm room immediately after class. I told her I had. “Over there is where the Quonset hut will be built. It’ll be twenty by forty. It will have doors on the front and back with a dividing wall in the middle. The front will be a garage for restoring cars. The back will be storage for the farm equipment.”“Why on earth would you divide it like that?”“The tractor will be out in the field. It will get muddy and dirty, which it would track back into the building. We didn’t want to have all that dirt and crud where we’re restoring cars since we’ll be. ’I am no angel. I busted out with ‘I’m a senior, I’ll have a boyfriend after prom, I just want to fuck on the prop room bed before I graduate. You seem up for the challenge.’ He looked like a little boy defeated. Oh god when he tried to kiss me it was like CPR with a slug. Instead of taking of my blouse to really play with my tits. He liked my blouse pulled down with my bra hanging out. He squeezed and mawled my tits. Not once did he touch my nipple much less suck on them. Then the weirdest. With his arms wrapped around her he again began fucking his mother, and again fast and furiously. His mother was pushing at his chest trying to push him off of her. She kept whining, “No, no Shravan, I am your mother, we can’t do this.” as he continued to jackhammer into her over and over. Soon, her whining turned into more moans and her pushing on his chest to get him off eased to her hands on his sides and then to his ass to pull him deeper into her. She had always thought Rahul, her husband,.