He took my number, and one evening called me. I went ahead, he told me wait for a car with a number, I was shocked to see it was a BMW. I thought the ...river was the Hemant, but found out the driver had to drop me at this farm house.It was far from the city and a lonely place. I was scared, but Hemant was calling me every 15 minutes to reassure. Once I reached the lonely farmhouse, I met Hemant, he was mustachioed man, wearing a kurta and jeans. He was big, with considerable built and a belly.. " Jennifer thengot back in bed with me and started to rub my front through the plasticpanties and diaper. At that point I was hers, as she worked on rubbingmy front and kissed me with a deep tongue kiss.I'm not sure where she got the next item from, but all I knew was WOW!Did it feel great! It was some kind of electric three-speed vibratorthat had a large curved but contoured rubber head on it. She placed thedevice right up in between my legs and pressed it tightly against me.The device. The steady thrusting into her cunt and pulling out again seemed like it would never stop–nor did she want it to. Her clit was swollen and throbbing, the friction her father was giving her constant and thrilling. Her little clit seemed to expand as the hard fucking continued. It grew bigger and throbbed harder and Janie began shivering. A pleasure she had never known was budding up inside her and she knew she was going to cum. Howling her lust, she convulsed as a wall of pure pleasure wracked. I was taken aback, and then I heard him better and he was moaning my name as he was stroking his cock. I wasn't sure if he knew anybody else with my name, but I kept staring at him, as his hand went up and down his shaft. I didn't know what to do, so I shut the door as quickly and quietly as I could and went to my room, and into bed. I tried to get some sleep that night, but all I could think of was my brother and his huge cock. Deep down I was hoping it was me he was moaning about and thinking.