As I came my anus squeezed him rhythmically, and I saw the look on his face. I could tell this felt good for him as well."Oh look at that....you're cu...ming all over yourself. I guess this feels OK after all?" he grinned as he started to push back into me. "Your mine now, son, I've taken you properly, made you mine, and now you know how it feels to be a woman, don't you?" Mmmmm, that's so good! So good. Yes, yes! Make me your woman.....fuck me, please!!" I felt him lower his body on to mine, his. I told her once that I felt left out and that I didn't want her fucking around any more. She looked at me very seriously and said well honey, that aint gonna happen. You started it ,I enjoy it ,so get over it. I said well can you find a way to include me in it? She said how? I said bring them here and let me watch. That didn't go over very well , NO, she said , I don't want my dates to know where I live. I asked why? She said some of them aren't the "type" you'd want around our neighborhood.. However, as soon as she'd put them on, she realized that shecouldn't wear the jeans, either. They were too tight. Normally, thetightness wouldn't matter, because she'd have no conspicuous bulge inher pants to hide. Now, tight jeans would reveal the outline of her malegenitals, and, she knew, neither her little sister Dawn; her friendsXander Harris and Willow Rosenberg; her Watcher, Rupert Giles; noranyone else she knew would not know what to make of their sister,friend, or prot?g?, a girl mere. Did I like the way he was talking to me? What is wrong with me? Why am I not protesting? I knew he wouldn’t stop now. He sees that I am ok being talked to in that manner. “kavya.. tumne kabhi kisi aadmi ka lund dekha hai?”, he asked. I nodded saying no.He slowly brought the car to halt on the side of the road and turned around to look at me. I was looking down. He kept his hands on my knee. I suddenly pulled it back. “daro mat kavya”, he said and again placed his hefty hands on my knees. I.