The terror was still there, but so was a deep, feral desire for this man. My cunt was tingling in anticipation. Staring at my lips, he slowly reached ...nder my skirt and pulled down my white cotton knickers so they fell to the floor. I lifted my hips from the desk to help him, desperate for him to touch me. As my pants fell to the floor, I moved my lips to close this distance between us, but before I could kiss him, he grabbed both sides of my face with one hand and slapped me. Gasping, I. What was this creepy old man doing looking up a student’s skirt? The more I thought about it, the more I started to realize I had a need to show him more than he could believe he was seeing. (Here is a pic of me showing my 18 year old pussy to a group of our friends taking shortly after this store took place)At first, I started to squeeze and relax my legs again. I started to open my legs just a little more than I was doing before. With each thrust forward, I would spread my legs just a little. Ab un dono ne mujhe khada hone ko kaha aur Balwant uncle meri tshirt utarne lage aur udhar Harpreet uncle ne peri shorts aur panty dono nikal di.Harpreet uncle bole “Oye Balwant, dekh to sahi kya mast chikni chikni chut hai, bilkul saaf.” Woh meri gaand pe hath ghumate ghumate bole, “Kya mast gori gori, gol matol gaand hai iski.” Aur zor se slap kiya gand pe. Harpreet uncle meri pussy aur gaand pe hath ghumane lage aur gaand pe slap karne lage.Aur udhar Balwant uncle meri bra nikal kar bole,. Of course as we grew and developed, our apatite for sex grew with us, and the weekend swingers, if you can call it that, as it was always one man and our parents, personally, I believe dad always wanted to be in control, and if more than one man was there, then they would have been keen to get to us, and it could easily have got out of control.Then one night daddy suggested we touch the man, get him hard to fuck mummy, who of course was lying flat out, sound asleep, the man of course had been.