She started rubbing my private rod again. I could not help, the smell of my genitals came up again. She leaned down and said, “No no never ! You can...not be Paresh ! I can say without any fail you are not Paresh ! I know this smell ! This smell belongs to my Son !”I was stunned. She have got me even without seeing in this darkness. I found no words. I was fingering her pussy and she was rubbing my manhood, such a terrible situation was that, how I could say I was her Son and she was my. I squeezed her throat tighter and forced my two fingers in her ass. 3 gasped moaned as my fingers slid into her ass. “Hard, whore. I’m going to finger fuck your slutty ass hard,” I growled at her. “Don’t hurt me,” she pleaded weakly. I grinned to myself and sawed my two fingers hard and fast, in and out of her ass. 3 bent her legs and pressed her hands harder against the corridor walls, steadying herself. She pushed her hips back, spreading her ass wider for me. A few seconds of the brutal. Now as I stood looking after the boy on the bike there was a strange feeling slowly moving over me. I couldn’t really describe it, even to myself, but I could definitely feel it. I had had only had a quick look at him and was left with the impression of a nice looking guy in good shape physically with a friendly face. He had light brown hair but I couldn’t see his eye color. Somehow I thought it would be blue. CHAPTER 2 For weeks I sought him far and near But not again did he appear At last a. I was shocked at how it was soft yet seemed hard as a rock at the same time. "Now don't let it go!" He growled at me as he slowly released his hands and returned them to my body. "Jack it, move your hand up and down on it like the girl on TV." I looked at the TV and saw a woman moving her hands up and down a penis much larger than my father's while she sucked on the end of it, barely able to get it in her mouth. My stomach turned, dreading that he might try to make me do that. I obeyed my.