"Please tell that it wasn't a pity fuck." Melissa searched Penelope?semerald green eyes."It wasn?t a pity fuck." Penelope sighed."But that?s where t...is ends. You?re not technically a witness but I?mstretching the rules, besides I?m in a relationship with a wonderfulman." Penelope brushed a stay leaf from Melissa's hair."Do you feel guilty?" Melissa caressed Penelope?s cheek."No, not at all. What we just did was wonderful and had meaning; itwasn?t just debauchery. I will cherish the memory. Reviews about the story and invitations to enjoy (from ladies from Kerala and Bangalore) are welcome on my mail ID Thanks for earlier reviews are mails.My family is composed of my Dad Mathew, a businessman aged 52(mom says he was a stud during his primes), mom Susan ( I lost my Virginity to her) is homemaker aged 47 with height 5′ 5″ and she is really hot for her age and keeps her figure, which is 34D-28-36, a sister Maria, 3 year elder and 5’6″ who is also above average in looks among her. Quite a few people (male and female) had a close look at my lack of pubic hair and little gold rings. I guess that there weren’t many (if any) women in Morocco that are like me.The afternoon was hot and I was grateful for the drinks of water that the policemen gave us. Although it was hot, the sun wasn’t on us (me) much. I was quite close to a building and got shaded by it.When dusk finally arrived the policemen came back and so did what looked like the 2 sets of parents. The girl and lad were. He said softly. I glimpsed at his face with disgust. Those eyes. They seem to bore through me. Raping me, deep inside. Deep inside of me. How can such a monster have the face of an angel? You think of some groady sick fuck out raping college students. But him? He could have anybody. Must be some sick fucking fetish&hellip, I cry. What can I do? Why do you fucking care you sick fuck, you did this to me&hellip,remember? He lifted an eyebrow. He didnt look away. We stared. Was he mocking me? Ill.