.………………..”No, Don’t worry. He has his ear phones on, he is listening to some erotic music, he does that sometimes when he wants to enh...nce pleasure” Jaya reassured Suma. Suma was silent. “He may be deceiving you, may be he has turned down the volume” she said after a while.Jaya laughed “Can you here TV sounds faintly? That is the wife swap movie he is playing. He never will miss a moan or a groan, he says more than the banging, it is the sounds that he enjoys. So don’t worry” Jaya said pressing. ’ He continued, totally ignoring my moans of protestation, probably interpreting them as moans of arousal as my damned penis continued to grow hard under his hand. My inadequate writhing, as I continued to try and break free, was probably also misinterpreted as my constant squirming and wriggling within his powerful arms inevitably bought my ass cheeks into repeated contact with his own growing bulge. By forcing me to bend over at my waist, he was able to hold me still and grind his. It was a touchy subject, but I had to express to her how I felt about it. I wanted to tell her that even if she didn’t like it at the time; she still got me out of it. I wanted to tell her that it’s acceptable in some parts of the world. I wanted to tell her that it’s actually kind of exciting to have that kind of experience. I wanted to tell her how much it turned me on knowing that my own mother had been repeatedly fucked by her own father. For months, all I did at night was lie in bed and. I realised Jane accepted my stinging strokes much better than when Miss Artur had caned her at school. My juices kept flowing. God knows how many times I came and realised just how much I loved this girl. Jane looked even lovelier than the seventeen-year-old I remembered and the girl I had seen on her wedding day. I was determined to make this an experience she would never forget or ever want to.I kissed Jane passionately on her lips while our tounges entwined as she thrust her caned palms.