I was now in my petticoat and blouse. Neha just fell on the sofa and I sat on the chair. I felt the ground below me shake as her voice boomed over the word rent. I tried to search for the pin in a stack of clothes. I closed my eyes. He then gently inserted his tool in her. I was sure I had made a mistake of accepting his advances. But Neha had held up her t shirt with both the hands. Neha was dying in pleasure. I was sure it involved us for sure. She liked to talk to everyone, unlike me who suspected everyone. He whispered something in her ears and Neha blushed. He did not seem to stop lowering. She gave me a weird look. He knew where she was looking at. I told him that I was still learning do you want me to help you? He was calling Neha. He stood admiring my ass and he slowly pressed it. I did not know how to escape from there.
