. It was last fortnight when I was unceremoniously "dumped" by my so-called man of two years. Initially it would be fair to say I was rather upset, af...er all, nobody likes to be told " Hey, I don't want to be with you anymore. " To add insult to injury, he didn't even try and sugar coat his parting words to soften the blow. My self-confidence was left bruised and I felt unnerved by the prospect of singledom. For days afterwards I kept a low profile as I licked my wounds and tried to adjust.. He would stroke my belly while sucking my button between his lips and I'd be moaning for more and more of the pleasure he'd be giving me. Picturing all of this, I let my fingers play with my little nub. Moans and sighs dripping with lust were escaping my throat as well as an occasional 'Mr. Joules'. This time I could almost feel it was him who was giving me pleasure, licking my clit to orgasm. I lost myself in my silly little fantasy and imagined it was his cock and not my fingers that were. When Binita was hugged by her mother-in law the Thakurain, she thought she felt the woman press her to the bosom more than necessary and fingers stroke her more than needed. Perhaps it felt excessive. But perhaps it was her imagination. But Thakur’s embrace of his daughter-in-law was graphic enough for her to know it was not imagination. In the melee it was not evident to none, but Thakurain had been watching for the moment and it was not lost on her. In rural India, cars have to be large. The. Soon as the tip of his cock was inside me he moved his knees back a little and laid over me, forcing himself even more inside of me, stopping only when he felt he couldnt pierce me any further. My God, you are tight. Look how you stretched to fit me he said lifting my legs enough for me to partially see his thick member spreading me open. Two thin lines of blood were slowly running down my belly. My breath was fast, as I tried to deal with the pain. Mr. Kevin laid my back again and repositioned.