His father he’d meant to kill. When the old man had come home and found his wife dead, he’d started beating on him with a switch; he should have c...osen a different place to do the beating. The knife was right there, right on the table, after all. He was good with a blade. He’d always been good with a blade. His father knew he was good with a blade – maybe he’d planned the whole thing. The old man wasn’t much good without his whore of a wife, anyway.He turned his head briefly as he heard a twig. While some wealthy opted to enroll their children in boarding schools, like Pip and Lacey, still others preferred to keep their kids at home and send them to local schools.Unfortunately for the wealthy new residents, our town lacked a public school that met their high standards. Again, not that the schools were bad, just average. So, naturally, they did what wealthy people did: they threw their money at the problem until it fixed itself. They pushed for changes and made significant. She spread my legs open as far as they could go, positioning herself directly between them. She reached down, spread my pussy open with her fingers, and gently lowered herself back on to me. The feeling was unlike anything I'd ever felt, as if she was almost inside me. I could actually feel every inch of her young pussy with my own. Our hard clits, like two hard peas in silk pressed together, driving us both wild. We continued to fuck our slick pussies together until we were both on the verge. His hands squeezed my big buttocks and I sighed. “Prema now I’m your husband aur tu meri randi hain samjhi?” He demanded shyly nodded and told him to carry me to the bedroom. My husband would have slipped a spine while lifting me but Rana lifted me like a rag doll and carried me inside. After putting me on bed he straightaway removed his trousers and shirt and stood in his tight shorts in front of me. His lund was bulging against the fabric.“come on take your saree and blouse off ,”he ordered..