He took a handful of my hair between his fingers and gently pulled my head back so he could kiss down my neck and across my shoulder as his other hand...found its way down the back of my bibs to cup my ass, lifting me up to meet his lips. I couldn’t wait anymore, the feeling of his breath hot on my skin and his hands over my body I needed him. I stood up and let the bibs fall to the floor and let my hands fall to the belt of his jeans as he unbuttoned his shirt. I slid his jeans and underwear. Anil chal ulti hoja. thodi der ke bad. Meera” Anil dhire se tera lund meri gaand me dalana thoda dard ho raha hai, aur jab tera loda jadane lage to mere muh me hi loda rakh dena,mei pura ka pura lund pina chahti hu”. Ab mujse nahi raha gay to mei bathroom me ja ke meri bahen Meera ki gaand chatate aur chodte hue sochte sochte muth mar ne laga aur fir halaka hoke room me aakar so gaya par tabhi meine tay kar liya ki mei Meera ko chod kar hi dam lunga.Dusre din meine muje kuchh pata nahi hai esa. "Have you learned your lesson little girl?" you ask me.I am not able to answer, but I nod up and down in good measure. I hear you chuckle."I disagree, and I think everyone else here does as well. What shall I do with you? You are enjoying what is suppose to be punishment. I think I have something that will teach you a lesson."I gasp, and throw my head back in protest, but what can I do? I mean really, I am strapped to this thing.I feel you next to me, brushing up against me on purpose. You. Our car drives slowly down the main street. People are screaming and yelling at me. I smile and wave. There has to be more than the fifteen hundred population of our small town on the street and in the convoy. Where did they all come from? The park. My God, look at the park. There are BBQ smokers all over the place and the tables are decorated. I can’t believe this is all for me. It is! Look at the sign. It says ‘WELCOME HOME LARRY WILSON, Our Hero’. God it’s good to be home. I eat until I am.