Phir wi mere upar aya aur meri gand pe ek chata mara zor se aur bola’ ab bohat ho gaya darling ab teri gand marunga. I whispered maro na darling mai...e kab mana kiya hai aur uska lund pakad kar phir choosne laga kisi aur ke dekhne ki wazah se jyada excitement ho rahi thi phir usne mujhe kutiya ki tarah jhuka diya ghutno aur hath pe aur mere peeche aakar meri thighs aur phaila di jisse mera hole aur khul gaya phir Mujhe vaseline ki yaad aayi maine use vaseline di aur kaha apka bohat mota hai ache. .well, this isn't what my story is about.I have some wild ideas about sex and I have rape fantasies that I have been writing in my diary as idle works of fiction for a long time and to keep me busy while the girls are at play. My collection of stories has become quite extensive and it runs from mild abduction to full out punishing bondage. They are all stories about places and men I've never seen or met and I write it all as if it has really happened. It's all just fantasy, but very fun to. I knew that her desire for me was prompted by the stories and experiences of fucking Parvathi narrated to her in minutest detail. It was midmorning, and it was apparent that subhadra had washed her hair before coming, her curly hair still wet, parted in the middle, and arranged into loose knot. She brought the newly stitched blouses for parvathi. Parvathi said, “Subhadra, your hair is still wet, why don’t you dry”“ I should do it, you know it takes a long time for me to comb my curly. Which begs the question: are we really all that dissimilar? Never minding the inquiry, I transfer from one meaty breast to the other, gorging myself on the feast that lay prey to my whimsical tongue, my biting teeth, and my succulent lips. I sucked in more of her breast, so much of it I wanted in my mouth, I wanted it all! I was not satisfied until her entire chest lay entombed in saliva, red and heaving. Tears were in her eyes, but her body quivered in something else entirely. I took her by.