Ghar saf karte samay mai mami ko dejkhta kyuki bar unki panty dikh jati thi unke bathroom me jake unki panty shughta phir panty se muth marta mujh ema...um nai mami ko ye sab pata tha ki nhi but unhe andaja jarur tha in sab bato ka. Abb mai utawala tha mami ko chune ke liye ek din dhoke se mera hath unke chutaro me lag gaya meri to jan hi nikal gayi unke chutar bahut soft the mera dil unke chutaroo ko masalena ka karta tha but mai ye nahi kar sakta tha phir bhi aksr jan bhuj kar unke chutaro. I could feel his knuckles on my vagina while he undid his pants and belt. Releasing his cock. Shoving it inside me. He was fucking me. He was r****g me. Taking what no man has the right to take. I hated him so much then. I could feel my skin get hot and my rage flare. God I hated him...because I liked it. Oh heaven help my, I loved it! I began to cry then. No sobbing or choking through my underwear still jammed in my mouth. Just tears running down the sides of my face. He saw my. ’ Her words were muffled as she collapsed into his arms, feeling them wrap tight around her and rub her back gently. John realized he didn’t have a shirt on as he felt her tears wet and then dry, on his skin. He jerked his eyes down and was reassured that, at least he -was- wearing pants. He smiled and simply shifted a little so that his stiffening erection wasn’t pressing into Catherine’s body. John grinned, and held her close, his lips moving closer to her neck, his tongue flicking over them. We’re pretty much on the same wavelength. Would you agree???Definitely,? I replied, ?I’m would never have believed there was anyone out there who felt like I do. You’ve proved me wrong.? Malcolm nodded and gave me an appraising look and I could feel Chris watching intently. I could sense he was about to say something significant and began to concentrate more, pushing aside the effects of the beers I’d drunk. ?Bearing in mind all we’ve discussed, we have something we think you should see, if.