He moved to Boston and later married Nicholas'mother, Karen, a woman neither she nor her mother ever got along with.She visited her father and stepmot...er during the summers and over theholidays. But it all stopped when her father died. She was not allowedany contact with her brother after that.It was only a month ago that she learned of her stepmother's death. Oneof her father's cousins told her about it. She became angry when shefound out her brother was living with her stepmother's brother. ‘Kumar come on fuck me it is long since I had this pleasure and I started giving fingering little faster and she started releasing her liquid it was flowing through my fingers and I am able to feel the shake of the virginal lips and she was at hr peek and she continuously moaning ‘Kumar like that put it deep fuck me please I cant bear please fuck hard’ then I took my tool and inserted into her wet vagina and since it is quite long she fucked it is hard to enter into her and then I pushed little. Her smell and the feel of her against me affected me in a powerful and unusual way like nothing I had ever felt before. Without a word we got in my car and headed back to campus, straight to her cottage. My mind was reeling from the conflict of the fear of getting badly hurt or worse and the intensely exciting experience of holding this woman. All the way back to campus I was thinking, scheming, and inhaling her breathtaking and intoxicating scent. Could I make the next move? Could I figure out. I rest my hands against your thighs and take you in deeper again, but to my dismay you pull yourself free from my mouth, closely followed by my whimpering protest and attempt to capture your cock between my wanton lips again. You chuckle at my reaction, but don’t give me what I want. I’m gently pulled to my feet and the relief in my knees just adds to the heady mixed of emotions swirling around me. I feel drunk, but it’s not from alcohol, it’s you that’s intoxicating me. You brush back the hair.