She is a typical gaavwali, but quite sweet and fun to talk to. Since our houses are just opposite, it was obvious for our families to be cordial and f...iendly. She has two children, one 7 years old and one 5 years old. Whenever our door used to open, her children used to come inside to play with stuff in my house, and my mom often gave them sweets. Even she used to come frequently, talking to my mom and we would exchange smiles while i sat on the sofa, shirtless most of the time :pShe often came. "Ahh, she speaks! Perhaps another blow will make her sing." Nooo!" you reply at once, fearing a more painful strike. "I'll tell you - I'll tell you - please, please, eat me, fuck me, please..." Your eyes tear as you beg her for the sex you've wanted for so long. But not like this. Not like this."Spread your legs, Blair. Open them."You do. You spread them wide, knees slightly drawn up, panty-covered mound already showing a dark stain from your juices. You pray she doesn't use the crop there.She. He was making her do these deviant sex acts. “You don't get to talk if I don't give you permission.”My dad's eyes bulged while pain prickled across my scalp. A wave of darkness washed across my vision. I shook my head as I felt what I was doing to my dad. He had this bewildered look. His brow furrowed. His jaw muscles clenched and twitched. He struggled to speak, but couldn't, only making some strangled sounds.“Troy!” Mom said. “Honey, you need to just go upstairs, okay. This is my time with. I may not work out as much as some other women do but at 125 pounds my body isn’t really that bad. My butt is alright while my boobs are below average in size. The problem was that I usually tied back my hair and I wore dark colored glasses. I looked a lot like a professor than a sexy woman looking for a man.My husband had called and said he wouldn’t be home from work until around midnight so this was my chance. I don’t normally wear jeans so I found my only pair of jeans I had and wore those..