A day ago, she was the happy daughter of a proud farmer, a member of a family blessed with a grape farm for delicious wine, a young woman with beauty ...bviously given to her personally by God, and at the age to get married and start a family of her own. That had just been a day ago, now here she was, crippled and getting gang-raped by five unholy monsters at the same time, after being molested and deflowered by their father. She was nothing more than a sex slave belonging to mere beasts, caked. Remember, though, I was 12 and had never even seen pictures of breasts - let alone touch any.As soon as I touched her breasts, rolling them between my thumbs and first fingers, she reached down to the front of my pants. Even though my pants were closed, it was exciting to feel someone besides me touching my groin. Between her touch and my contact with her breasts, I began to feel some very strange feelings between my legs. I began to get hard.Because she was caressing my crotch, I wanted to do. I began undressing her and she too removed my clothes. I kept both of our clothes at a safer place to avoid getting wet in rains. I made her stand and we hugged and kissed longer time as my tool was aroused she was giving me slow strokes with her hand and giving me a French kiss.She was touching my balls and playing with my cock. She then took it in her mouth and again naughtily giving slow strokes and taking deep inside. I took her in 69 and we did some oral sex for some more time. I told her. They were in the same chalet but different rooms, for obvious reasons. One evening after coming back from a night game drive, Jay was discussing something with Jack. Sharleen excused herself to go and shower.After he finished chatting to Jack he went to his room, passing her door and hearing her shower. He went to his room, showered and wrapped a towel around his waist. Walking into his bedroom he noticed the mosquito net on his bed was open, though he was certain had been closed when he went.