.isiliye shadi ke bad bhi tadpati hoon…….Uski in baton ko sunkar to mera lund phunkar mar raha tha……..maine kaha tumne mera lund to khada karw... diya….ab to muth hi marni padegi……sandhya ne kaha muth mat maro…..main rat me tumhe surprise dungi……maine kaha thik hai….maine socha shayad mujhse rat me chudegi……..lekin ekaek dhyan aaya ki neha bhi to hai fir kaise chudegi…..maine use puchhne hi wala tha ki neha bathroom se aa gayi….fir mai bolte –bolte ruk gaya…..Neha aayi aur samne ki seat par baith. Their efforts cameto naught however. The other girls were too afraid and whatevercollective protection I might have garnished from the girls melted awayat the first threat. Billy Paisley strode up to me and grinned in myface."Hello sissy boy. What sort of panties are you wearing?"I didn't answer but braced myself for some sort of push or even a punch.I had not prepared for his next move. He simply reached down and liftedmy skirt to expose my knickers. The sheer simplicity of this act left. " Take your top off."Elena didn't argue; it just went over her head, revealing a lacy black bra. I looked expectant, and it went, too. Elena got that smile women get when they know they have your attention and wiggled her shoulders. "You like?" I like." They weren't high-riders; they sagged a little and moved easily. I wasn't surprised, from the cleavage. There wasn't a damned thing wrong with them, though. "The skirt, too," I directed. "Are you wearing panties?" No," Elena replied, unzipping. Both women were experiencing the flow of time, just as I was, but an observer wouldn’t know it. Neither could move, and the daughter wasn’t saying anything yet.Which changed when I started working on the fly to her jeans.“Hey!” She exclaimed immediately. Her body ‘jumped’ a fractional inch, which was all my programming was going to give her. “Wha?”“Shhhh.” I said softly, while I peeled her pants down. It was rather difficult to slide them over her hips in that position, but I managed. “What’s.