Donna thrust upward again, and this time her sister's fingers became so deeply embedded in her cunt, that Donna felt the tips of her fingers press aga...nst her maidenhead."Ouch, stop, Debrah. That's my cherry you're touching," she gasped."I'm sorry," Debrah said, removing her fingers a little. She was squirming around and around on Donna's fingers, and without being aware of it, thrusting down further and further, driving Donna's fingers further into her own cunt."Ahh, Donna, now you're pushing. K.? We're a couple of strangers who will never see each other again, so why not level with me?" O.K.," I replied. "You're right, most of what's in that case has dried semen on it."Next he asked me how often I jerked off, where and when, an so on. My initial apprehension had somehow diminished, probably due to the whisky, but also due to his remark that we'd never see each other again. So I answered each of his questions less and less reluctantly, even though they grew progressively more. *****Kelly kept her word - almost. She did not look into Senthil's files or email. But there was a point she wanted to make supported by a site they'd seen earlier, but she didn't remember the address. She went to the browser history view to check-She'd forgotten what an eye-opener it is to see a guy's browser history. Senthil's skill with web research wasn't limited to matters academic. The school's porn filter would block most of the pages, but the titles gave the story away.Kelly was no. The end of the road was in sight, but than it happened.One of the Libyan women tripped her, and she fell heavily to the ground, and was immediately set upon by a group of maybe ten madly screaming robed banshees...They grabbed her arms and legs,rolled her on her back, and spreadeagled her, pummeling and whipping her now totally unprotected face, and especially aiming for the soft flesh of her naked breasts, belly and genitals.My mother’s big, saggy breasts were a favorite target, and before.