I still remember every moment of that call. I knew immediately it was bad news. My great Aunt Mary didn’t make many phone calls. “Emily, are you ...itting down?” Aunt Mary said. “I don’t know how to tell you this. It’s your Grandma Pearl. She died today.” I didn’t cry then, or at the funeral, or even in the several months since. Grief waited, skulking in the corners of my mind before finally sneaking up on me, like a house cat – lazy and cautious – but still demanding my attention. I was looking. Nisha-yaaar raj kahan hai ab…Mera to mood ban gaya…Plz yaar…Main chudna chahti hun…Bahut din se chut pyasi hai yaar….Kuchh karo na didi… Reena-aaah yaaar…Tum ruko…Main dekhti hun… Reena raj ko dekhne chali gai.Raj soya hua tha.Thodi der mein nisha bhi aa gai. Reena-yaar…Ab to so rahen hain hai…Pahle badi jor se chudai ki thi.Mera raja thak gaya. Nisha-aaah…Reena…Kitna smart hai yaar raj…Agar raj ki company mil jati to maza aa jata…Reena… Nisha ab dheere dheere reena k kaan mein bol rahi thi.. My fingers were busy slipping between my saturated lips, then finding their way to my open hungry mouth. I eyed his fuck stick and thought about how good it looked, and how it made my pussy even wetter. "Poppy, I felt my fuck hole throbbing just looking as the hardness of his big black cock. Mmm Poppy his cock just made my pussy ache and melt. I just wanted to feel it" as he kept his eyes glued on me from across the narrow isle from me. "I continued to lap on my nipples, making them glisten. By the time I worked down to her pussy she had stopped telling me to stop and was moaning like a whore. The bitch was loving it and so was I.I began to tease her clit and soon had her shaking. “Oh fuck I am cumming” she moaned and squealed loudly. “Yes Teena, get her off again baby. Make her cum again” Doug said and I was happy to do it. I would make this cunning bitch come again and again. After she came the third time she begged me to stop. “Please no more” she cried “no more”. Just then I.