I could see how hard he was fucking my little girl. He kept on barking after each stroke like a dog, “Fuck, yeah. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” Reshma...cried, “Please sir. Leave me”. “No way bitch. You will get what you deserve from me, you chubby piece of … what the fuck. Shit”, he caught the glimpse of me standing him, and he jumped away from Reshma. He pulled a cushion from the couch and tried to cover his privates.“What’s happening?”, I said through my burkha-clad mouth. Reshma came to me hugged. ‘The view from up here is marvelous, don’t you agree?’ Hardly a debonair opening, but it was perhaps sufficiently inoffensive to open a conversation. She did not at first seem to respond, thinking perhaps that I was speaking to another. ‘That mountain peak on your right, with the snow cap, is sixty miles away. It certainly seems closer from up here, doesn’t it? Amazing what a little perspective will do.’ It was immediately clear that I had put her in a real quandary. She did not say no, but. As we kissed, Bob felt me up, rubbing his hands over my little boobies,across my tummy, around my hips, under my miniskirt to roughly grasp andmassage my clitty through the little g-string I wore, then moving tosqueeze my bottom, running his hands down my legs, and then all backagain. One time he yanked hard on the back of the g-string under mybottom. I gasped when the strap pressed so hard against my pussy. Hekept pushing against me between my widely spread legs with the hard cockin his. I have held back more than once because of it. But if you like girls that won’t be a problem. Now all we have to do is tell Dave and Sue. Sue was Di’s mother and Dave her step-father. Sue probably wouldn’t be a problem but Dave was rather conservative. It didn’t help that he was Matts employer. “Eh can we have a talk about something personal please. Di already knows but I should tell you both.” They sat down with a drink and Matt nervously explained. Matt and Sue looked at each other Matt.