Her arms went back to her chest at the thought. She had begun to quicken her pace again when she heard a noise from the alleyway half a building ahead...of her. Her feet nearly tangled as she stopped dead in her tracks. A low keen issued from the dark slit in between the buildings as she started to back away from the uncertain menace. Her mouth parted slightly in a pant as she walked uncertainly backward. A deep breath taken in panic was cut short as strong arms clamped around hers and a hand. Ab ramesh ka saara pani nikal chuka tha aur wo mere jism ke uper thanda hogaya aur mai uske chute per halke se haath pher rahe thi ramesh ne kaha… ab teri muslim choot puri tarha se azaaad hai shabana izzat shareef… aaj mere lund ne teri pakizgi ko chodkar tujhe raand bana diya…..maine ramesh ka chutra sharat se dabaya aur kaha…aapke lund ko mera salaam mere hindu raja jisne meri izzat ko apne hindu jazbe se chod kar mujhe maze diye..ab ramesh utha aur meri choot se lund nikala.. Maine ramesh. Jenny only lived down the street from Sophie, and was home less than five minutes later. She unlocked the door and walked inside, she kicked off her shoes, dropped her bag and kicked them into a corner. She hung up her coat on the coat rack and shouted "Hello?" into her house. There was no response. It was a Monday. Both her parents were working late, and her sister was most likely at a friends. This was perfect.Jenny hurried up stairs, and walked into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.. No wedding rings, and it struck me odd that they were both having a beer with lunch this early on a Monday. They clearly noticed me as I smiled, seeing their eyes do the typical unconscious scan of my body. I was wearing a red and beige print, long sleeve wrap-around dress that tied at the hip and came to just above the knee, nude sheer-to-waist hose, and a pair of beige, sling-back, high heels. I could feel, and see, their eyes move from my breasts, down my hips, to the hem of my dress, and.