He rams his sword home again and again. Her head thrashing from side to side, her body breaks out once more again in a hot sweat. His sweat falls f...om his brow landing on her cotton covered chest. Growling at the material, wanting to taste her body, he reaches to the drawer below them; finding what he is looking for, he brings out a pair of scissors and claws at her top, tearing the material from her body. She lays there below him, naked. Her skin like cream, soft like silk, he lowers his. Sharma uncle, who is in his early 50s, is one of the fittest people I know. He, along with my other uncle (Ravi) and their best friend (Vijay) used to serve in the army and they all kept their fitness even into their 50s.Sharma uncle is a very kind-hearted man who put his family ahead of everything else. He proved that when he took care of my aunty who was always ill. He took care of his son, put him on the right track of life alone.Even though I was not a blood relative, he never treated me. It kept coming. What I couldn't swallow poured out the sides of mymouth and down my neck and chest.After several convulsing spurts, he was emptied. He pulled it out andheld it right in front of me, wiping himself all over my face and mybody. I felt like he was painting me with a gallon of his semen. I wasstanding there gasping for breath and still impaled on his pumping fingeror maybe I was pumping myself back on him. I don't know.I moaned and wanted to cum.Jake used his other hand to encircle. I didn’t know what to say. I was surprised and angry and almost started to cry. Monica must have realized that I was getting emotional. She told me that I had one way out of the situation. I told her that I was sorry again and would do anything. Monica asked me again if I really wanted to fix the situation.I assured her I did.Monica then told me what I would have to do. She grabbed the little white vibrator and handed it to me. I was confused.She told me that I would have to use it…in front of.