” Atharva eased the bloated head of his cock between the puffy folds ofhis daughter’s pussy. Hot buttery pussy-cream flowed over his cockhead, mak...ng him groan. He pushed, the head of his prick pressing against the thin skin of his daughter’s cherry. “Ooooh, Daddy! I feel it. Fuck me. Take my cherry!” She was delirious, screaming at the top of her lungs.Atharva stared at her contorted face. He jabbed forward, the head of his prick ripping through her cherry as if it were tissue paper. “Baby,”. Shit! I could come to hate this place real quick-like. Finally, we were left alone, and we both got a couple of hours sleep, not because we needed it, but because we needed to kill the time while we waited for the new day and for life to return to Horner.The next morning, we dressed and checked out of the hotel. Our next step was to look for a job. We bought a newspaper and looked at the help wanted ads. There was very little there, and what there was, was for very menial jobs that I thought. I hummed as two pushed against it and relaxed to invite them in. Our bodies writhed together, but he was careful to brush my cock only briefly, avoiding any premature ending. With both my hands held above my head, all I could do to reciprocate the pleasuring of my prostate was to slide my leg between his and press against his hot sex.It did not take long for him to add his little finger inside me, and then squeeze in his forefinger as well – it was no virgin hole after all. This was usually the. ”“I’m not leaving until I see him. Something is happening, and it’s his fault!”Shrika slammed the door, but she still tugged at the bells. Shrika returned shortly and with a strong heave ripped the bells from the door. He led Fatima through the wide courtyard. He showed her to Shabbir’s bedroom.“Oh dear Allah, what has happened to you?” she asked.Shabbir’s health had deteriorated. He had grown thin and pale. He lay in bed supinely like a living corpse, hands to his sides.“I might ask the same.