He moves me, pulls off the cotton whites I have on and I pull his pants off one leg at a time. He leans back, strong hands wrapped around my waist and...starts to lower me onto him. This can’t be happening. Should I stop should I should I should I…I feel the tip part the folds of over wet flesh. I tell myself there is no going back. I tighten and slowly let him enter me. I feel impaled, I feel obfuscated, I feel remedied I feel violated I feel electric I feel…myself pushing into him. My hips. Papa kyo nahi aye?Maa ne bola “papa, ne choda mughe meri gand marne ke leya terelaya.’Kya puch raha hai to..Aaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuiiiiiiichod mughe.. Ufffffffffff.Ek to ye machaaaaaaarrrrrrr daniiiiiiiiiiiii kii garmiiiiiiiiii our uuuuuaaaarseeee ye ghiiiiiiiiiiiii. Badaaaaaaaa ajibbb sa lag raha hai.’ hum dono pasine pasine ho gaye the.Tabhi maine jor ka our ek jhataka mara our mera lund pura maaaaa ke gand me gaya.Maa fir se challi.” aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh naaaaaahiiiiiiiii pleazee ohhhhhhhh. I had no idea what to say to Mister Peter Murphy and I could tell he was completely out of synch with the situation. I sensed he was a very private person and was already embarrassed at the thought of sleeping in a room with a complete stranger of the opposite sex. I think if we had met in the bar and had a couple of drinks and proceeded along the same path it would have been a “what will be, will be” situation and we could fuck like rabbits and think nothing about it.This was a different. “Other than the beach, there’s not a lot to do on the island,” I warned.“You’ll manage,” she said.My nieces arrived, excited to be able to spend time at the beach, or so I thought. They were both sixteen, but Beth was older than Mandy by eleven months. Mandy had only turned sixteen two weeks earlier. Beth would turn seventeen while she was with me.They might have been in their mid teens, but both girls looked like they were in their early college years. I knew that ahead of time, of course. I’d.