Scott couldn’t think of another woman who enjoyed the taste of good whiskey like Kara.They sat side by side, leaning against the sofa, enjoying the ...armth of the fire. Kara was making small talk about tomorrow’s New Year’s Eve celebration and preparations. She told him about the tradition of cleaning the house, including the fireplaces. They would meet Kara’s parents in Kirriemuir for dinner and then join in the village celebrations. There would be a torchlight procession through the streets. I grip onto her and cry. She shushes me and strokes my hair. I rip away from her and retch at the feel of a hand stroking my hair. It brings me back to that day and I feel his touch. My Mom looks heartbroken but nods as if she understands. I run to my bathroom and lock the door behind me. I squeeze myself between the toilet and tub trying to make myself as small as possible. I want to disappear. A little later I hear a soft knock at the door and my Mom’s voice tells me the police are here. When. Can you do that again?" Of course I can, beautiful. Anything for you" was my reply. Getting nestled up to her pussy again, I attacked her clit with excitement as evident by my very hard cock. I felt like I could poke a hole in steel with the erection I was sporting but that would be tended to later. Again, I inserted a finger in her pussy and assaulted her until again she climaxed. She was ever so slightly sweating when I looked up again and she wore a smile that coudln't be matched. "You. Meri biwi ki mini skirt kaafi uper ho rakhi thi aur woh us rickshaw wale ko apni taangon ka pura nazara de rahi thi…..Woh rickshaw wala ghurne lag gaya tha jaise abhi he gaadi se nikaal ker chod dega……Maine us bola, kya hua pasand aayi kya….Haan ji sahab yeh toh bahut sunder hai….Aapki girlfriend hai kya….Nahin yeh meri biwi hai…..Chal kaam ki baat karte hain….Tere paas rs 50 hai toh baat ker aage……Haan ji sahab hai per aap kya karoge….Aap toh aamir ho…..Haan per phir bhi free mein kuch nahin.