...............or because you're back home ?”.The tone of her question touched a nerve and I looked round. She was smiling, but it appeared a little...forced. As though she was afraid to hear an answer she didn't want. Smiling back, I stroked her arm slowly and kissed her while I gathered my thoughts. I needed to bury these demons of hers once and for all, or she would never feel completely at ease here.“Gina, darling !, listen very carefully and believe me when I say it. Yes, of course I'm happy. He was whispering to her how hot she was, how wet, how tight her pussy was, what a sexy, horny, married white slut she was, and she went wild. She told him to keep calling her a slut, that she loved it.They started to kiss again, more feverishly than ever, and he pushed himself deep inside her and held himself there. She realized he was going to cum in her and she panicked. She suddenly wanted to, needed to stop it, but she couldn't. It felt so good she just pushed down against him, holding him. I grip her by the shoulders and sit her up on the seat. Her head lolls to the side and her mouth is partially open as she quietly snores. As my eyes feast on her beautiful face and her mussed hair style, I slowly take in the vision before me. Her skirt splayed open, I can see the green thong she wears. Pushing her back into the corner of the seat, I reach for the top of her gown and I pull it down. It is a strapless affair and I am wondering what keeps these things up anyway. Her top folds down. I, let’s say, my name is Vinay. This story/incident took place when I was in school and my cousin sis- Preeti in her 20’s doing post graduation.One fine evening, when mom-dad was out of town to visit my relatives, she inquired about why I am so dull nowadays and why I get up many times in the night to use the bathroom. I kept my mouth shut and didn’t say a word but my expressions were pretty evident that I am in a tough situation. She drew me closer as she was sitting on the other side of the.