Good God, I thought, I shouldn't have done this when I was alone. But who could have known how easy it would be to find or what effect it would have o... me?It was so real... staring at me, accusing me, threatening me... "Turn over, young lady! I'll show you who's in charge around here!" I tried to force the thought out of my mind, but it wouldn't leave. Even the physical memory was still fresh. I could feel the damn thing hitting me.It took a while to try to deal with the emotional impact. I sat. No wonder every guy and so many girls wanted to do her, she thought. She laughed into the mirror. It was a hollow, empty laugh.Bob and Monica had been sitting in her kitchen talking for half an hour. Bob was being a gentleman but Monica could see his eyes follow her bodies every move the whole time. He wanted her so bad, and why not? She knew she was hot stuff. She was the shit. She was made for sex. To be used. And men could tell it too. She got up to get him another glass of wine. She went. My pulse raced! My cock jumped tight inside my pants, she felt it harden against her stomach just below her small round breasts. "Mr. Dillard, I've been so lonely," she stated plaintively and positioned her hips to ride my thigh."Ana, no." I hoped I sounded convincing, though I was not convinced. Ana pointed out, "Your mouth says no, but your body says yes." as she ground her pubic bone against my leg, her eyes closing as she turned herself on, dry humping in a slow grind. Her mouth open for a. My saali (Neeru) was expected back from the college by lunchtime but she called that she was delayed and would call them after reaching home about when she will join them.Neeru and I usually had a very decent relationship. Even though she was young and naughty and used to make some jokes with me, I used to be pretty distant with her.Around 5 pm, I heard the calling bell sound and when I checked, it was her. She was wearing an orange salwar kameez with bright, large flowery pattern, which.