I could see he was nervous and that helped me a little. Slowly he bent towards me and lightly brushed my lips with his. At first he kissed all around ...he corners of my mouth before pulling me in snug for a deep soul kiss. As I shared my son's warmth, breath and saliva there was no denying that it felt good. That surprised me. How could it possibly feel good to kiss the man who raped me? To this day I don't know. Sometimes I think back to that moment and realize how different my life would have. Crickets chirped in the warm August night. I glimpsed movement in the dark backyard and walked toward it. A friend of my son’s stood staring at the kitchen window, his pants around his ankles and his hard cock in his motionless hand. He had apparently paused in mid-masturbate, waiting for me to return to the window. I covered half the distance to where he stood before he noticed me. He reached down for his pants and began to pull them up as he started to run, tripping over himself in the. I was in my room. Seema didi came to my room and asked me about that night. I told “didi I felt erection once our chest got touched and I apologize for the same”. Didi said “u got to learn lot, it’s OK. This is life “. She came closer to me and hugged me. We looked into each other’s eyes. I felt one hot girl is standing in front of me and eventually she felt same. We kissed on lips. It got wild and we started to feel each other’s body. She removed her top and I saw her naked tits because she. Finally showering, knowing we had all the time in the world, so we jumped into bed, in each other’s arms falling asleep quickly. Waking in the morning, we again made love, ending up in the same results. A lazy morning gave us time to talk. He told me all about the k**napping that he was involved in. “All of the men in the world, love American women. I have been k**napping girls all over the country, but I only take the ones who can benefit from what I offer them. We give them large breasts,.