It was so painful that because of the jerk when my hymen was torn my knees which were on floor due to friction there were cuts.I was not able to move ...r speak I was dozed off but was still feeling everything when he moved out a bit it was like someone was cutting my vagina but he didn’t cared he was fucking with slow motions my hands were stretched to limits because of the pain he was not able to gain any speed because of the tightness which was frustrating for him so he started giving hard. Nothing spectacular about her body, but she had the girl next door look.She had tied her long hair into a bun and she rejoined us on the bed. Malini looked at me and nodded to me to ask her the question. I shook my head and indicated to her to ask.“Sunita. Main soch rahi thi….” (Sunita..I was just thinking….)“Kya?” she asked as she settled down on the bed next to me on the other side. She moved her hands on my thighs. (What?)“Gopal ka lund apne choot mein legi kya?” she asked.(Will you take his. "Dad looked at Mom, who shrugged. They exchanged looks that made it clear they didn't believe me."Let me show you," I offered.I woke Kizuna and gently moved her back to her bed. When I set her down, she said, "What?" Come back over to my bed like you did last night."When I lay back on my bed, Kizuna again climbed out her bed and came over to mine, then put her arms around my neck."'Night," she said.My parents believed me then.I had steadily replaced Mom over the years and had taken over caring. When blessed with these rare opportunities, I sometimes chose the otherwise ridiculous bean-bag chair Daddy had left over from his faux-Hippie days in the'90's, due to its comfort and the way it shaped itself so pleasurably to my body, but today I desired the greatest wingspread I could manage, which meant the chair. Smiling contentedly, I absent-mindedly rubbed my nipples while enjoying the sensation of coolness kissing my spread lips.It was so rare to pleasure myself at home. The best I could.