Stroking and sucking. Stroking and sucking. I couldn't keep my composure. I blew my warm thick creamy load straight down her throat. " Does this mean...I don't get a ticket?" "Oh, I'm not through with you." She rips open the front of her top to reveal a black lacy bra. I kissed her ferociously. I reached back, unsnapped her bra and through it in the road. I began sucking her perky little nipples. She wore a relatively small bra size. A small B would be my guess. I ripped off her pants and her. It was Holi festival time. After two days the festival started its heat. I told my sister I don’t want to get drenched in color water.My brother in law heard this also. He gave an idea that most guys don’t apply powder on guys. So better to wear guy dress and have a boy cut. That evening itself I had boy cut. Next day was the festival. He bought a kurta pajama for me and strictly told not to wear any inners as it will reveal that I am a girl. As I had only 32 sized breasts it was not that much. She screamed, and he pressed his cock against her through his pants. She could feel him pulse...and it didnt help when he brought that cane down onto her pussy. She called out in pain and she could feel him pulse against her again. A slur of insults were muffled by that ring and he just laughed.The cane was brought down sharply onto parts of her pussy, thighs and body. Each harsh hit left red marks burned into her skin, her whole body mixed with pain. He adjusted his jeans, his thick, fat cock. She stands, smiles and states, "Ben, thank you for not insulting me again - one day I will tell you my secret but not right now. I will gladly show you the best places to locate the Tabasco bottle IEDs if you promise me they will not kill the greenies."Normally I would have given her more shit for saying what she did, but I was interested as hell to see how close her revelations would be to mine so I bit my tongue and replied (however I couldn't help but to get a little dig in), "They will.