“Not in our home,” Grandpa repeated. “Look Dad, I’ll take her to the other room and we’ll be done before you know it.” Daddy laughed tryin... to make peace. “You know how young cunts are Dad, it’ll be fifteen minutes, tops.”Daddy placed his hand under my skirt and rested it on my bare bottom, guiding my movements so I rubbed against his cock. “Not. In. Our. Home!” Grandpa said again, putting emphasis on each word but his eyes stayed on my humping ass. “She just needs a quick and raw pounding,”. Bus walo ne bus ke video par movie laga rakhi thi. Log use dekhne me busy the. Hamne bhi apna parda nahi lagaya tha. Ham log aapas me baat chit kar rahe the idhar udhar ki topic par. Maine preeti ki khoobsoorti ki tarf ki, wo sharma gayi.Raat ke karib 9 baje bus khana khane ke liye ruki. Hamne khana khaya fir bus 9.45 par start huyi. Ab saare passenger sone ki taiyari kar rahe the. Beta bhi so gaya tha. Maine preeti ko kaha tum so jao. Mujhe jab nind aayegi to aise hi baithe baithe so jaunga.. I worked them relentlessly vigorously, angrily even, on the aroused, ridges that I knew marked her g-spot. Harder and harder, my fingers moved as the nipple clamp bit into me. The palm of my hand pressed tightly against her hard clitoris, stimulating that, too. It was a way of transferring my pain to her - but not as pain, but as pleasure. And she came. Yes, all the old cliches about the woman's moanings and cries for "more" are all true. How else does one decribe actuality? But this. I didn't talk to him for few days until he told my sister to message me so we can talk again. Then we talked again. I was missing him badly, while he tried to act cool and nothing happened.I don't know if I'm bitching out cos I asked him to do sex with me, but he refused cos he said we were just friends.So after few days just having regular talk, I went to his house just for regular visit as our houses was close to each other. I thought I could build a normal friendship with him. But when I.