Why? “Aaaaah!” I twitched my arm over my mattress. So much pain. My body seemed to be waking up a little. I could just start to barely move. ...It hurt so much. I looked down to my wounded arm. It looked to be worsening. I was cold. Breaking through my aching muscles, I reached down to my feet and pulled my blanket over me. I would do something in the morning. I was still tired. It was too painful to move.I woke up. Eleven in the afternoon. I was getting worse. I was getting. I fucked her more gradually, pacing myself to make it last. When I finally came I had been pumping so long I was out of breath.This time I managed to finish my math homework. I was reaching for the English book when I remembered Tess. Back on her bed I handled her breasts and ran my fingers over her nude form until I was hard. I lifted her left leg and wrapped mine around her right. Lying perpendicular to her in the Tee position I managed to get my cock in her and then wiggled this way and. ”My mother gave me a convincing nod and called Meera.Meera sat at the back and I drove the car. After my family was out of sight I invited her to sit in the front with me. We drove silently for an hour. After an hour or so, she spoke“Bhaya. Sorry for last night, Please don’t tell Auntyji”“I won’t. And don’t call me Bhaya, Call me Ravi” I smiled at her.2 hours in the drive, I felt horny and my penis erected. Luckily for me, Meera did not notice. I started flirting with her and put my hands on. I thought it showed just enough cleavage and leg without being too tacky. I thought of wearing some stripper pumps but then remembered I had a little walking to do so I pulled out my all-purpose open-toed wedges. I borrowed a raincoat from my husband; it had started to drizzle and I also wanted to cover up so as not to draw unwanted attention alone at night downtown. I drove to an obscure area in an adjacent neighborhood, found a parking spot and walked to the streetcar stop. I waited under a.