I am going to narrate the incident how i fuck my mossi. This incident happen when i was 17 years old. I was not virgin that time but had have sex only...one time and was very anxious to fuck any one. It was my summer vacation and i was spending my time at my mosi house. There are four members in the family mosa, mosi & my two cousins. They are living in two room quarter provided by the government and my mosa ji was in the government service. My mosi was 5’3” height with a figure of 42-34-44 with. In the back of my mind I savor such a thought, feeling the sensation of my knickers being ripped from me, the thin cotton torn asunder, the last barrier protecting my maidenhood, my inner cunt enjoying its own spasms as it awaits the hard flesh, grasping at nothing, hoping for everything, big, swollen, long and black, yes black makes my knees go weak, I pee myself, ever so lightly, my knees rocking gently as I dream, pointing directly at my abuser, I sigh deeply and close my eyes, and in the. V, and what our respective partners did to annoy us etc, exactly how workmates acted.Never at any time did I mention in conversation about her sexuality, her partner was her partner, so what! it was a member of the same sex, this on turn must have made her wonder why I had never mentioned it.Every day at work she faced a barrage of questions, innuendo, and many an offer to straighten her out from the more Neanderthal colleagues, this angered her and she always vented her anger on the way home. There stood Terry imploring me with words and gestures not to leave. I was devastated. How could he do this to me? Why would he do this to me? I started the car and drove away without a destination in mind, just away from here. Hot tears stung my eyes as I tried to maintain control of the car. I was angry and had no idea what to do. What seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes, passed by before I decided to return home. Why should I leave? The bastard was cheating on me. HE should get.