Even in the grip of my own orgasm I asserted what penile control I could to delay each spurt as much as possible so as to hold her between tension and...release. And as each jet spattered inside her, she came again, and again, and again. With eyes rolled back so that only the whites were showing, and gasping desperately for air, she seemed to be in an agony of sexual fulfilment. Finally I could tell I was almost drained so I pulled back more than usual. Some deep sexual instinct made her respond. “What a beautiful tattoo Tessa has.” I said to Anne.She smiled. “There’s a story that goes along with it. She had been a*****ed by slave traders when she was just 16. They are the ones that put the UPC tattoo on her as a way to mark her as property. When she was rescued two years later, she went through therapy until she was ready to get on with her life. When she became Ginny’s girlfriend, she had the chrysalis coming out of the UPC and turning into a butterfly done.”“That’s so sad.”“She’s. To story kuch aisha h main first day se ushe dekh k chodne ki sochta aur roj ush k naam ki muth marta. Ek din aisha hua ki ush ki beti school gai rhi aur wo ghar me akeli thi aur ghar ki saaf safai kar rahi thi aur wo uppar wale floor me rahiti thi safty k lyea aur main niche wale me. Achanak jor ki aawaj aai aur main bhagta hua gaya aur dekha wo jameen me giri hui thi sry ush ka naam aap ko batana bhul gaya tha ush ki naam reetu tha. 34 28 36 ki figure thi. To jaise main dekha reetu farsh me. You snap out of your daydream, your hand is in your knickers, God, your touching yourself in broad daylight, it does feel good though, you kind of wish there was someone there watching you. You stand up and walk into the water, trying to calm yourself down, the water is up to your thighs, it feels so cool and almost takes your mind away from sex, almost. You reach down and splash some water onto your face, it feels good. You look around you, double checking your alone then you slip a hand.