Angela felt certain that Mrs. Philpot had witnessed her mother’s humiliation in the rose garden with her skirts up all a ‘shambles and her round w...ite cheeks pounded by the postman with his trousers down at his ankles and his thick thing buried to the hilt.In all honesty, Angela considered such foolishness a welcome visual aid in learning about the “birds and the bees” because her mother seldom broached the subject in casual conversation. Her questions directed to a specific fact of the matter. Put his prick in my cunt. Oh Please. Put it in me. Not in my ass though. Make sure his cock goes in my pussy."Bette gripped that iron hard dog cock in her hand. A violent seizure of shaking spasms gripped her when she felt that hot cock in her hand. The feeling of its slippery pulsing length in her hand made her experience another shattering orgasm."Bette, please. Put it in me. Oh please, please put his cock in my cunt before I go mad. Put it in so he can fuck me."Cindy's wild, anguished cries. I went and joined them for dinner; suma had prepared rice, dhal n papad. Only 4 of us were there at the dining table as her father was still at his shop. I ate, thanked them for their hospitality, and left for the night.Next morning she came home as early as 7:40 after her mother had left for the day. She rang the bell. I opened the door a bit late as I was still sleeping, only to realize I was in my boxers and T-shirt. She giggled at me and ran away as soon as she handed me the breakfast. I. “Smart girl, you got that fucking right.” He sneeredJust then we pulled into the parking lot of some fleabag motel. We were only one of a few cars in the parking lot. They put a cloak on me and rushed me into one of the suites. The Lieutenant had key which let us into the room. The room was small, with essentially just a queen sized bed in the center, and a small bathroom in the corner. The air was musty and thick. The door locked behind me.. I felt a hand grip my neck and shove me on to the.