To be honest I didn't mind his hands on me. I didn't mind his hard cock working its way into me even without foreplay. I didn't need it since my mind ...nd body was ready. I also didn't mind, when after a few strokes he pulled out and turned me so that he could put me in the K9 position. I should have been upset, when I felt the wet cock on my lips. Instead of pulling away in disgust, I opened my mouth to it.I was taking cock in my vagina from the first one and a cock in my mouth from the quiet. That house was just 30 or 35 footsteps far from me, while heading toward that house several thoughts came in my mind like my mother will enter in the house then after some time that bastard will take off her saree then her blouse, petticoat, bra her panty and then he will do that……… oh I will kill that man. Then suddenly I stopped and found that these were my hidden desires since I was of 18 years I always desired to fuck my mother, love her as a lover I always want to take off her saree with. Actually, it’s worse than that; more like a weight, a crushing stress of sorts, trying to collapse my resolve. I think its goal is to paralyze, to enforce inaction, like a preservation instinct and I’m pretty sure it’s deeply held by more than just me. After all, if we don’t run headfirst into danger, we’re less likely to be injured.Or so the thinking goes.I’m tempted by this all the time. Sadly, it’s a piss poor instinct, especially in a case like this, as my hesitation would lead to the death. Ruth shivered a little, standing there in her light waitress uniform. There was a big, bright full moon. She felt conspicuous and vulnerable. It would have been more sensible to change into my jeans, she thought. She could imagine a car full of men stopping and kidnapping her.Finally, her bus came into sight, groaned and sneezed to a stop, and she got on, got into the warm security of the dark steel box with the familiar smells, body odor, diesel fumes, stale perfume, and she could see a few.