My husband had gone to rawalpndi for three weeks and told hassam to take care of the house. I feel that waqas is very happy. The next night I saw that...waqas has gone to his room without watching TV. And I became curious why he did so. Then I went to hassam nick name (Dinoo} room and slowly opened the door and started peeping inside. I found waqas masturbating his jumbo-sized cock. I kept on seeing him. I don’t know what makes me to stop there. Definitely it was waqas’s dick. There were lots of. Please tell me what you are doing here and how you got in?" Michele asked firmly."I used the house keys that that I took from your handbag the night I raped you in the railway station workshop," Mike said matter-of-factly.Both women were stunned; Michele's jaw dropped."And I've come here to fuck you both," he said in a conversational tone and sipped his wine."You rapist bastard!" Nadine screeched at him."Oh my god! You are the Pantyhose Rapist! You fucking bastard!" Michele gasped as the truth. Pops thoughts came to me again. By now I was really starting to get frustrated with everything that had gone on. Pops told me. I was almost shouting at him in my mind.Just then I heard more movement down the trail. Moving back I soon saw several younger males moving toward the village. One in particular drew my attention, Malak with his one arm in a sling. Moving past only a few gave me a heated look, though Malak’s could have melted metal.Stopping before me he growled, “You will regret not. I share my soap with him and work my lathered hands along his thick, solid length. His breathing becomes ragged as I play, pushing his foreskin back to expose the sensitive ridge. I turn around, all slippery with soap, and bend forwards resting my hands on the shower wall, inviting him. I feel Nick step close and he guides his cock between my legs. With all the soap and my juices flowing freely he slides into me easily and we find a fast rhythm as he plunges into me and I push back, enjoying.