Just us." We kissed more, one hand rubbing her thigh with the other on her shoulder. My hand moved up her thigh, pushing her dress higher. My hand fou...d her buttock, and I squeezed and pulled her closer, one finger slipping down to rub her pussy through her panties. "I know where this is going, so just hang on." Jean knelt and undid her dress, slipping out of the straps, then pushed it off completely. ‘Better?’ I looked at her body. She looked at my eyes first, looking then at my crotch. . He sat down again, and carefully opened the folded page to reveal achildishly drawn picture of three people standing in front of a house. Itwas this house, he could tell that by the number 17 drawn lavishly on thedoor, and even with the pencil marks being faded he could make out hisMother and Father. Between them was a child, but it didn't look like he'ddrawn himself. Instead the figure was of a girl, resplendent in a purpledress and with curly blonde hair. He studied the outline of the face. . Aur unke upar cchala gaya.. Apna lund ko unki chutt pr marne laga.. Vo katne lagi muje..Fir mene thodasa andar dala toh vo aahhhh kakre chikhi.. Dhakka dekar mene pura andar kar diya toh vo chikhhhh padii.. “Ohhh maa marr gayi.. Kitna bada hai tera lund.. Jaan lega meri..Chodd bhadve muje ab.. Ahhhhh”.. Vo muje pakd kr kehne lagi.. Unki chutt garam lag rahi thi mere lund ko.. Me age piche karne laga.. Ahhhh …. Ahhhh.. Ahhhhh.Oh god..Oh godd. Fuck.. Kutte harami…..Vo meje lene lagi..Me josh me. ‘No, no don’t do that until I tell you can.’ Obviously this man was in control but worse yet I was learning he was a cruel lover as he set his own pace in his own way as he slowly stripped me naked and making me linger with each new sensation. Each piece of clothing fell to the floor exposing all of me before his eyes and as they did a new form of gentle torture would be introduced. First when the silk stockings fell to the floor he took the flesh of my legs and began playing like a musical.