She ignored it, though, and told him, ‘Have a nice night.’ ‘Thanks. You too.’ He left, and Tori finished closing up, then went back to the eff...ciency apartment she called home, though there was little home-like about it. She didn’t bother staying up for the nightly news, just undressed and went to bed. To her annoyance, she dreamed about her final customer. **** The next day, three days before Valentine’s Day, was more of the same. People demanding that Tori help them find the perfect Valentine. The hands started to undo my belt. I tried to squeeze my legs together, but a group of hands pulled my knees apart and the men laughed. The top buttons of my shorts were undone and hands slipped inside between my panties and camouflage. The rubbing felt good but I didn't like it from these creeps. Some of the guys started licking and kissing my face. Others rubbed my breasts under and on top of the button up shirt. I always had a bad habit when I had an orgasm of starting to quiver and. Unke sath meri doste itne bad gaye the ke wo mujhe bf dikhate or mere sath bahut maje bhi karte fir maine ek din unse pucha aapko kisi aurat ki jarurat mahsus nahi hote aapko shadi kar leni chaheye uncle ne kaha mere layak koi milte he nahiFir maine uncle se hijakte hue puch he liye ke wo mummy ko kyu gurte hai uncle shok ho gaye maine uncle se kaha maine apko mummy ki gaand ko gurte hue dekha tha jab hum bajar jaa rahe the unhone kaha yaar tu naraj mat hona mujhe teri mummy bahut pasand hai.. This time it was warm and moist. My fingers just brushed against her lips, and she shuddered; her hand clamping down on my throbbing hardness. I cupped her, and slipped a finger inside. She squeezed me tightly against her body, and moaned into my ear. I began working my finger in and out gently, and she seemed to to be clamping down on it. She was slick inside, and warm. It felt velvety soft, and by the way she began grinding her hips in time with my hand, she was enjoying the new feeling. She.