Why is Jim not wearing trousers?I look up at him confused as hands grab me and pull me up off the cold table, pushing me to my knees in front of him. ...ohnny stands behind me holding my wrists against my lower back while Jim grabs my hair hard causing me to grasp. All of a sudden Jims private bit is forced in my mouth making me gag, I try to pull away but his hand in my hair pulls me back towards him with a moan on his lips. Something slips in my private place making me gasp again in pain.. Let me describe my cousin first. She is a brown Tamil girl. Her height is around 5.2 feet with a heavy ass and boobs.This incident happened when she was studying in college in Chennai. I am writing this story in her POV. One day, I met the guy whom I used to roam out with and enjoy handjobs in the public places. So I never use to wear a bra or panty when I go to meet him. That day was also the same.We went to the beach and played in the water. My top clung to my skin exposing my hard nipples as. We both went to the toilet.I put on some lipstick, took some perfume and took off my slip. I was satisfied with myself: sleekly dressed with a short skirt, a blouse with a deep cleavage and high heels. I know that every horny guy has the thought of fucking me stiff when he looks at my big tits and long legs.I returned to my seat, slipped out of my shoes and got my mink coat out of the luggage compartment because it was quite cold due to the air conditioning. But the real thought was that I just. The car she must have bought with the change from the change jar was flawless in his opinion, and was absolutely the right car for them. It had the smaller engine, and thus should be economical, insurance should be low on it. The Gunny frowned to himself. If I don't talk to her about money, she won't talk to me about it. Jesus, how much was in that jar?He thought he knew what was going on, too, that his woman had seen fit to act and help him to get a better job. He was convinced that Lenore.