To I was confused was an understatement, I'd expected a monumental telling off but nothing, what was going on? I had a strange night, having some ero...ic dreams and woke up with a load of jizz in my pajamas.Two or three days passed and I was making my way to my bedroom after school, I opened the door to find laid on my bed Jean, but not the Jean I usually saw in her dressing gown, she was fully made up wearing my favorite bra I'd shot loads of spunk into, black stockings, knickers with a. I started crying but vicky caught me from pony and said ” saale mujhe to pehle hee shak tha, tu launda ha, aap choos isse, nautanki band kar. “I had no other choice and started sucking them one by one, even two at a time. They all were enjoying, and moaning. I was crying but they didn’t show any mercy.There dicks were rock hard, when viky asked me to remove my clothes, i asked to plz not do this, but he didn’t listen and gave me tight slap. He tore my shirt and was amazed at my soft girlish. His task was complicated by the simple fact he wasn’t too sure just what she meant by second hand shop. He passed several pawn shops, costume shops, and just plain junk stores that could have qualified. Finally looking in the window of one he caught a glimpse of the blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. He knew he’d found the right place.Opening the door, he went in and looked around. It seemed to be an eclectic assortment of used merchandise; reusable clothing, old hand tools, serviceable. Ron was Henry’s dad.Yes, I did it with him. Good God, was he NOT the right man, and I knew it, and I let him seduce me anyway. Maybe it was to get over Henry, maybe it was revenge, I don’t know. Anyway, read on if you want.Ron was very unlike his son. He was suave, sophisticated, and wealthy. An insurance executive who wore suits and was impeccably groomed at all times. At the same time, he was a tough old man who’d fought in both world wars.“Hi Delores; say, your eyes are all red, have you.