With my right hand, I started rubbing and squeezing her tits. Suddenly, without warning, I inserted my left middle finger inside her asshole again. Sh... gasped for breath.I started moving my finger back and forth furiously while squeezing her nipples with the other hand. Now she was getting into the mood. Her screams had changed to moans. A few drops of fluid fell from her pussy to the bed sheet and the sensation was too much for her. I turned her around and made her lie on her back.I positioned. I've been spending quite some time in my room writing lately and my family is probably becoming suspicious. I don't know if the Pope is aware of my scribbling and frankly I don't care.Of course another person i don't really want to read this would be the girl the story is about. And why would that be you say. She was there wasn't she. Yes she most certainly was, and no it's not like I was spying on her through an open window or using binoculars to watch someone 300 feet away while I had my hand. It was like the statue peed into the pool.Servants paused to watch our party approach the large entrance to the palace, but none moved to interfere with us. They all appeared to be gardeners, carrying sheers, rakes, hoes, and other implements as they tended to the grounds. The path, made of crushed gravel of a dozen separate hues, led to a circle driveway before the palace's entrance. I imagined a line of coaches arriving to bring the rich and powerful of Raratha to a ball hosted by the Doge,. Mere ghr pr sirf mai r mom rehte hn. Mere dad delhi mai rehte hai bcus of job. Jbb meri bhen mere ghr ayi hui thi tbb voo 1 din nha ke nikal rae thi too mane usse dekha uske thode gile kapde thae joo uski body ke sath purre chipake hue tahe uske nippels dikh rahe thae.Jbb mane dekha too mai dekhta hi reh gya.Usne mujse pucha kya dekh rha hai mane kha kuch nae.Voo smjh gyi thi ki mai uske nippels dekh rha hun. Rojj ratt koo voo or mom ikhte sote thae or mai apne room mai but uss din voo mom ke.