" That's supposed to make me feel better?" she yelled ... and then collapsed crying into my arms.I had held her for comfort last year when the most im...ortant lady in our lives died. Before that was almost sixteen years when she was fifteen and the star quarterback had taken her cherry, dumped her and bragged about it. It hadn't been rape and guys dumping girls has been a fact of life for forever. But bragging about it I just can't abide. I was testifying in the next county when he got himself. I looked down and over my breasts and could see his cock slipping in and out of my manicured vagina. The sight of it alone was erotic. It was his turn to enjoy himself. I closed my eyes and felt his lips come down to mine. He had read my thoughts. We kissed as he fucked me. This time I could not control my urges and I came. Not strongly, but the sensation rippled through my body and he recognised it. I had cum more times already than I had ever cum with David in one night.“Enjoy that, did you?”. Kiran shouldn’t be rude to her like that. She right away felt sorry for it, as she also admitted it to lady, “I’m sorry for that.”Lady pushed kiran up and off her, sternly putting her aside, in silence, as she got up mending the creases off her formal wear. Kiran felt worst, as she said it again, “I didn’t mean it … like that.”Lady still didn’t say a word; she went out of the living room, disappearing in the small hallway. Kiran stayed there, not knowing what to do now. After what seemed like. He tried to imagine one of the village girls at home being ordered into the bed of a visitor to the Grange; the repercussions didn't bear thinking about. One or two of the older women had indicated a certain willingness to console him since his wife had died, but nothing remotely like this. Suddenly, he was acutely aware that his dress suit trousers were tighter than those he had worn that afternoon, when the Emir's mother had visited him and proved as wanton a woman as he had ever met.It.