." I cut her off mid-sentence."Ssssh Fiona," I said hooking my fingers under the bottom of her skirt and eventually raising it up her thighs until it ...as in a bunched heap around her waist. My hands were now rubbing over her knickers and buttocks and down the outside of her stocking covered legs."Stop this can't happen again," she again whispered but with very little conviction in her voice.I continued caressing Fiona but was now reaching round her ample chest to unbutton her blouse. Once this. I immediately went down and took the towel. I went inside the washroom and told Sumi to open the door. I was still smelling because of the sweat and the cum smell on hand and thighs.I bathed and everything was normal. They told me that the Babaji was not available today and they will go tomorrow again and also take me. The ‘tomorrow again’ gave me and my cousin’s eternal happiness as we all looked at each other with a smile. But the ‘me also’ took away all the happiness.I told my mom that I am. Mmm, I can’t take any more, stop, stop!” the intensity of orgasm made my knees feel like they were going to give way beneath me.As if seizing my vulnerability at that moment, Graham was immediately on his feet, behind me, powerfully pushing me down onto my desk. My heartbeat racing, and still not having regained my breath, I could feel one of his strong hands holding me down, whilst his other hand deftly removed his belt and undid his trousers.“So you like to pull hair, do you Michelle? Like it. His thick, hard penis stood out from beneath the firm muscles of his tanned abdomen like the menacing shaft of a heavy, blunt spear. He leaned toward her, still holding her thighs down with one hand, and stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head of his hardened cock with the other."Bet your husband never had anything like this to slide into you," he gloated proudly. He continued his tormenting of the terrified girl, watching the contorted expressions of fear.