So Ammu asked me to pick her from her house as there will be only a few buses at that time and I agreed to it positively. It was time, I got ready and...called her. But she didn’t pick my call. So I directly went to her home in my bike but she was still sleeping.I knocked the door. She got up suddenly and said that she is sorry as her parents aren’t there she slept off and didn’t wake up. And told me that she will get ready in 30 mins. I sat on the sofa and was waiting for her.I was not knowing. . Amanda is gorgeous, ok? She just ... she just doesn´t like to...- Suck you?- No! It´s not that! Jesus, this is embarrassing! She never gets on top! There! I said it! Sex with her is always missionary position and... That´s it!Tera looked confused.- So that was a big deal?- For me, yes! I love when the woman gets on top of me! Gosh... I couldn´t be more embarrassed! OK, gotta go!- No, no, wait! Haven´t you both tried to work this out?- A million times!- And?- And she never gave in! Not even. .Chachi itne me aankh khol kar mujhe dekhne lagi itne me mene unka face pakad kar zor se paglo ki tarah kiss karne me lag gya…Wo bhi poora garam ho chuki thi.. Mene unhe seedhe letaya or unke uper aakar unki kurti uper karke unke belly ko choomne laga.. Wo mere hairs me hath fer rahi thi unhe nooch rahi thi..Dheere dheere me uper jaata gya unke boobs ke beech me kiss karne laga kaatne laga or sath sath hi unke salwar ko khol kar neeche karke unki panty me hath dal kar unki clit ko rub kar raha. I remember wondering who they belonged to.I remember the Gens d'Armes displaying the bloody results of their torture and shoving it into my face, and the red puddles seeping slowly into the bare earth.I remember it as if it were yesterday.I remember two women being brought into the square, modest women, reverent women who prayed in Church and never missed confession. They were entirely innocent, completely unconnected with me and my crimes, and yet they were implicated nevertheless in a way I.