He rocked and pumped slowly ...going no deeper, getting head from her pussy lips. The pressure has built and she really wanted to feel it inside so sh... could cum. She slide her hands between her legs and pulled gently at each side for it to open more as she try and push over him. It seemed too tight, with water washing away her wetness, she tried again. This time he thrust into her and it hurts. It felt like she ripped because there was no lube from her body under the cold water. As it burns he. . Sorry for any mistakes. U can send me ur feedback on hangouts or gmail at Now coming to the story. The girl of the story is Nidhi. She used to live adjacent to my house. And she was a bomb. She had dark hair that fell to her shoulders and fair complexion that contrasted it. She used to wear tight tee shirts that accentuated her shapely boobs and she had great flawless thighs. But she rarely wore shorts at home and I rarely got chance to admire them. Nidhi and I were good friends and used to. Wayne would drive Tiffy’s 1986 white Toyota Celica he’d been given for a high school graduation present.Tiffy would also cook for Wayne. Wayne had gotten his mom to share her recipes for meatloaf and collard greens via letter.Tiffy mastered the items. Wayne moved to Chicago a few weeks after finishing his degree for a coaching gig at a local high school. They kept in touch. The last time Wayne, who was married and had 4 k**s, had fucked Tiffy was a year ago. Tiffy hoped that would change.In. Vincent's. Her Uncle Pat, Father Patrick O'Malley, had been the resident priest at both institutions and, unbeknownst to her, this family relationship had shielded her from other potential non-family relationships in the residential schools. Even during her last four years of high school, when her voluptuous body was tempting the few unprincipled Nuns who preyed on girls such as she, they resisted because of her uncle's position in the school. Now, however, Uncle Pat was not around and Sister.