That's what it felt like and that's what it was. So, no, I didn't cry, but I felt like it. I solved it the way I'd solved so many similar things over ...he years: I cut it out of my life. I told myself it was because I was bored with it, that I hated darkroom work, that I was only doing it because Dad did it and my brother the jerk did it, and I didn't really want to do it, anyway.That wasn't entirely true, though. The fact is that while I was no Ansel Adams, I got some pretty good results.. The look of shock on her face and the sensation of sliding in to her warm, virgin pussy was overwhelming. My pants were still around my legs, but I didn't care, I just pounded the shit out of her pussy. Looking back, it was so awkward, I was just flopping away on top of her with no real sense of rhythm, but it felt so good, and she must've liked it, because her pussy kept squeezing me out. The smell of sex was everywhere, and it was turning me on even more. About a minute and a half into it, I. She knew it!She lacked his patience and being on the edge of orgasm, reached for herself again."Not yet," he coaxed."Make yourself wait."The new wife groaned with disappointment but followed his lead. Here they were, just propped up on their backs, taking an up close and personal view of each other's genitals. She would never have put that high on her list of erotic notions, but in reality it was unbelievable!She continued to hold herself wide for him, trying not to block his view as she. So for our looking after our kids in the house we have servants and they also have kids who also come and play with the kids.Now the story Starts. I have not told my name until now, my name is Chinna and there is Maid Servant who has a daughter whose name is Devi and she is of age 18 years, she usually comes to our house and takes care of the small kids of our mamas and plays in the house only. One day I went for vacation to the Village and in the house and we had lunch as usually and all the.