“You better get dressed in this way for me always and not a stitch more” he remarked more like an order. Manasi nodded but he wasn’t satisfied. ...��Answer me! I told you I like a talking woman” he barked crudely, “OK Saikatji Ill dress as you say” she replied. “That’s better now come and sleep with me” he invited her leading her to his bed. He didn’t even allow her to pick up the saree, he held her waist and took her to the bed.After they sat down on the dirty disheveled bed he brought out a. I blushed and she laughed out loud.Mom glanced at me with a quizzical look, and I yelled, "Bye Millie!"A minute later the car was gone and we returned to the kitchen.Mom said, "Your dad will take care of outside and us girls will do the house," and we started to clean up.A couple of hours later, all the trash was at the curb in cans, the beds were stripped and folded away, the laundry was in process, and I had deflated the air mattress. I figured that we wouldn't need it now that Millie was. I had never felt so full. There was so much pleasure that I thought that I might faint. He was so deep that sometimes it hurt but when his heavy balls smacked into me it evoked nothing but pleasure. In the meantime the second man clutched my head with both hands and began to pound his cock down my willing throat. My throat made wet gurgling noises as he rammed at a furious pace. Then he suddenly stopped and his body jerked as his dick, firmly embedded in my neck, spit pulses of spunk down my. 40pm now, my heart was pumping, my penis was throbbing, this beautiful ass and her pussy just 1 inch below my throbbing cock, I just did not think, I just went crazy, and with no thought that she was a decent Muslim girl and a virgin, I just slammed my penis straight into her pussy my cock caught the sides of her pussy and they stretched she screamed and she tried to get up but I just pumped and pumped and held her down, by this time I noticed she was crying and screaming, I sill continued to.