I began to rub my clit harder and my pussy grew much wetter. I knew it was wrong to think about Babuji in this way, but I could not help it, I could n...t get the sight of his cock out of my mind.I had not seen my Babuji’s cock but I suddenly imagined him lying on top of my body and that sent me over the edge.I began to furiously finger my now dripping wet gash. I allowed a few low deep groans to expel from my mouth. I writhed and squirmed around on the bed, gripping my legs together as I buried. I carefully took it out and went in again. I could see a few drops of blood oozing out but Swetha’s eyes mirrored pleasure, not pain.I slowly started pumping into the newly unsealed, tight pussy. Each stroke felt tighter and tighter. I slowly racked up my speed and Swetha’s scream turned into moans.Soon, the chubby intern girl came hard – cumming on my bare cock and pushing me out of her pussy. My cock slid out, mixed with her cum and blood.I suddenly saw a car park a bit away from my car. I. Her erect nipples were anything but. “I will take my car love” I said.We headed off. I knew exactly where I was going. We drove for about 30 or so minutes and drove into the carpark of a small country pub outside of town. “She looked and gasped. “I have never been in a real pub” she said, obviously excited. I looked at her in disbelief and then realised she was several social grades above me. “OK, are you fine going in braless? You can say no if you are worried”. She chuckled “I am fine honey.. I asked her what she wanted to talk about, and she looked hard at me with those green eyes, and she began. ‘She started in a normal tone of voice. She began asking me about her mother. Very quickly she began asking me why I hadn’t rescued her mother when she was pregnant. ‘She blamed me, Julian. She told me all her sorrows stemmed from me, and asked me how I could have had the temerity to think she could ever love me. She slowly grew angrier and more clipped as she paced the room. ‘She told me.