.my dad…he followed me many times after my college hour..saw me going in and coming out from rooms with my bfs….that gave him courage to enter int... my room late night..pressing my boobs n kissing me on my lips while I was sleeping….or atleast he thought that I was sleeping..i never allowed him yet to move further..i never supported him while doing his acts…besides him I had two elder brothers…sahil…26 yrs old..working in delhi..and sameer 17 yrs…a first year science student..living with us…mom. That walked up to the porch and Susan said she had to pee badly. I asked her why she didn’t go in the woods. I almost said –like the other day-but caught myself. Susan went inside to pee and Misty stayed outside with me. She said she was tired and went over to sit down. I asked her what she did for a living. She told me she was a waitress. She said her s****r was a check out girl at the supermarket. I noticed she had a wedding ring on. I asked her where her husband worked. She told me they were. But not all he was too big for my tight pussy. Kissing me he began to thrust in and out causing my pussy to squelch in pleasure. It was amazing. I could feel him inside me hitting my pussy with his balls. I thought this couldn’t get any better. Oh how wrong was I. Lowering one of his hands his finger began to play with my clit. Moaning with pleasure trying not to be too loud he was making me even wetter. There was a feeling beginning to grow within me, it felt like pressure was building up.. Even the sound of his name sent butterflies through my stomach. My boyfriend since my sophomore year in high school, Chris and I shared the relationship that was the stuff of dreams, mostly because we were both pretty much the opposite sex's ideal partner. I was tall, smart, funny, and gorgeous, an aspiring writer, and Chris was thin, good-looking, and was in choir and advanced classes all through high school."Helen?"I turned around at the sound of his voice saying my name. There he stood,.