I slung them both over my shoulder and drew her to her feet, leading her out of the cafeteria so we could find a more discreet place for her to cry he...self back to calm.We found ourselves in the boys’ washroom again and I let her cry on my shoulder for a while until she was quiet. I waited for her to wash her face and then I spoke again.“I don’t hate you, Roberta,” I told her. “Beck doesn’t hate you either. I asked her how she felt about you last night and there was nothing in her tone or words. ..boom....this was the kitchen, Massive, windows boarded up all through the high-ceiling downstairs area, living room, another room, another room, ANOTHER high ceiling room, all dusty dark and empty.Katie: " The stairs are here," Opening another heavy oak door in the kitchen and up we go in the dark again, another door. An opening to a large open lighted upstairs:Katie had been at work. The boards were off most of the windows, and the five or six rooms filled with sunlight."Tom, look at this,". I told him everything that happened. He too was worried. He promised me he would enquire about it and asked me to give him 2 days’ time.Soon two days passed but he had no answer. I lost hope and finally, I called Arshad’s closest friend Irfan and asked him what was happening. He didn’t tell me anything. I asked him to come and met me as he was aware that we got married and he was the one who clicked all the pictures of us.The next day, he came to my PG. He informed me that Arshad already got. She could barely encircle the thick shaft in her delicate fist."Mount me Gemma," Jack asked her, "I want to fuck you! Impale yourself on my dick!" That's what I had in mind dear brother," Gemma replied, and she moved up and onto her brother. She reached down and guided the head of Jack's cock into her snatch before lowering herself until the pole was buried to the root in her. "That feels so good," Jack said, reaching round behind his sister and stroking her arse-cheeks."There's no better way.