She retrieved a few tissues from my bedside table and cleaned my pyjama top and then her hand of the evidence of my orgasm. When she discarded the tis...ue in the garbage, she gently pulled my bottoms back up to my waist and then pulled the blanket back to my chest. The single kiss that followed was chaste, like most of my grandparents kisses up to that night.Again her whisper, "Will you keep this as our secret honey?"Who would believe me? Sounding like a croak to my own ears, "Yes granny."She. “Or you’ll fucking regret it, kitten.”His free hand groped one of my tits, fingers digging into it before twisting the nipple painfully. I squirmed as his hand moved stealthily down my stomach to stop at my snatch, one fingertip finding my hot, swollen clit and circling it relentlessly.“Scott – you can’t – you’ll make me cum, please!”He didn’t stop. He pushed his fingertip against it, making my breath catch in my throat. He kept fucking me with short strokes, his finger bumping against my wet. Fuck me hard!” I said as I wrapped my hands around his neck. The significance of his dick entering me finally sunk in. After weeks of dilly-dallying, self-doubt and prevarication, I had done it. Here I was being fucked by a smelly old man from the lower classes, like the 50-rupee whore that I was. I was exhilarated, not just by the sex, but also by the depravity of it all. Birju kept ramming me harder as I squealed in pleasure and he said between strokes,“What….is…..your…..name?”As I rode the. “Enna aachu, indha maamikku ivvalavu soodu thideernu,” said Rashid. (What happened to this Brahmin lady, suddenly feeling hot?)“Sir, idhukku dhaan ivvalaanalaa kaathindu irrudaen.(I have been waiting for this day). I was getting turned on every time you were breathing down my neck when we were preparing quotations.”“Enna maa. onnoda husband pathi maranditiyaa ?” (What you forgot about your hubby?)“Avar kidakkaraar ashamanjam, Sushma porandha deliverykku apporam, andha brahmanan sexlaey.