"You try to act innocent but you're nothing but a dirty slut," he grunted. "Dirty sluts get fucked." "Yes they do, fuck me, fuck.. ohoo..." I cried as...I came and it dripped down his cock and in between my legs. A few seconds later he pulled my legs up, and pinned them back, and then I began to feel a warm feeling inside me as his cock spasmed and he shot a load in my pussy. As we both caught out breath he smiled at me again. "Okay have at it." What was going on? It was still almost pitch black. Soon enough I started to feel hardness in my pants. But till that time I was not aware of masturbation or sex.For me it was more like a nicely shaped woman is showing me more than required. I was enjoying the show when I hard vishal was adjusting his pants. I thought it was itching problem. Because at teenage we all have that problem because of our bottom hairs were coming out. I thought it is the same thing and ignored that.The show continued for next 15 min. till that time we were more than. It was a little shrine to remember girls who’d died, with photos and little mementos scattered around each photo.Bonnie pointed to one photo. “This is Annabelle Richardson, she’s the girl who drowned in the fountain in Memorial Park last year. She was a year younger than me. I remember she used to sing all the time.”Then she pointed at the photo of an aboriginal girl. “This is Layla Hendricks. She died in a car smash two years ago. She was in Year 5 when it happened so that makes her two years. .....? Jaya stared at Rajesh who was looking at her eagerly for her answer and Jaya instead of saying anything she just cupped his face in her hands and kissed him on his lips and gave her approval to this hot and young stud who was eager to fuck her pussy with his cock. “No Baby, I want you to fuck me and fill your Aunt’s pussy with your cum instead of spilling it out.......and please finish it fast because your Uncle might be coming anytime soon,” Jaya replied.Jaya just badly needed a hot.