I purposefully patted my jeans pocket first and then my right boob pocket pretending to look for it. It was that movement that I had made up my mind that I would marry him. Mom hid those there as Dad was not aware that she and I smoked and he never came to the kitchen to cook, my dad couldn’t cook to save his life so he always stayed away from the kitchen. It was there that I told Ashok that I had decided and was looking forward to marrying him. Ashok was relieved hearing the lie, and gladly accepted the glassful of lemonade, which he finished in one big gulp as I refilled the glass he asked me if I was free that day and wanted to join him on a bike ride, I told him that I had nothing planned so would be happy to go with him. As soon as they were done they moved back and Heera got in my ass and came there while Bablu came over my face. I clinched on his dick with my pussy and he shot 4 streams of cum into me that I could feel. Monu and Prakash were sitting with Ashok and all 3 were sipping on the drink while with their left hand were stroking their dicks. I came twice
