Fuck it, I thought, I'll rearrange my next week and deal with the situation as best as I could. I motioned at Chantelle to go inside and get what she ...anted.She was only a few minutes; while I waited I stared at her father, almost daring him to make an issue of the situation, but he appeared to just want us to get out as fast as possible. Without a word she moved past me on her way to the car, and I quickly followed her.“Can we go to my house now, Mike?” asked Chantelle.I nodded affirmation,. Then as he had walked semi naked into the bathroom, Simran had stared with lust filled eyes as his Lund lolled from side to side.Rushing silently and quickly indoors and into her room, she had flung herself onto her bed and opened her legs wide as her fingers had again pushed under her black panties to toy savagely with her sparsely haired choot. Her fingers had pressed and rubbed the hard nub of her clit as her free hand had squeezed and pressed her breasts.”Oh Bhaiyaa, chodo mujhe” (Oh. She had been wearing only a filmy tee shirt and short shorts. I had watched her grow into a beautiful woman, and then, almost before I knew it, she was snuggling with me on the couch the way her mother had done so many times. I had dreamed of being intimate with her since she was 18, and my fantasy was right next to me, practically taunting me.It was certainly a combination of the alcohol, the setting, and my own desire that led me to kiss my little girl, but the moment I did it, I thought she. Its paining” I screamed in pain, cried, and begged him to stop raping my arse.The pain in my arse was splitting me. It felt as though my limbs were being torn apart. He switched his grip from around my waist to putting a hand on the back of each shoulder and pulled them slightly towards him at the same time he pushed my face firmly down as he slammed his groin into my backside. Shifting one hand to my long black hair, he twisted it around his arm and jerked back my head as if it was a horse’s.