He came and lied next to me.He started by kissing my lips. It was a light kiss at first, but seeing that I was helpless even if I wanted to defend, he...started doing it forcefully.He started thrusting his tongue deep inside my mouth. Then he bit my lips. My lips started to bleed a little and he enjoyed it. Well, I enjoyed it too. At the same time, his hands were massaging my things really hardly. He removed my blouse and saree, and kissed my navel for a few minutes. He played with it which made. And then there wasthe beauty appointment and just imagining her first experience withsomething so utterly feminine had a smirk plastered on my face. Herappearance tonight at a social event would be a surprise for her and Icould only imagine her face when Roger drops that on her.Then there are the things still coming up. The bachelorette party for herniece and then our last intimate gathering that would make thingspermanent for both of us.Remembering my niece, I thought about my her and her. Yes, most of us will experience it to varying degrees as we stumble, squeek or blithely shuffle over, under, around and through life’s little challenges. Somewhere from the deep recesses of my mind during that testing exercise, “Onomatopoeia” popped up.Of course, it slithered into my audio response in its phonetic equivalent because I had been instructed to concentrating on the letter “A”. Needless to say, that answer confused my evaluation guru because she had no idea what I could be talking. Lifting my legs, I placed them back on his shoulders.“He’s a fucking tease!” I thought while he rubbed his fingers on the outside of my pussy. Two can play that game. I grabbed my toes and pulled my legs completely horizontal. He loved it! His hands moved from my pussy to the top of his cock. I slapped his hand, “No!” if you’re going to touch it. You might as well…” He didn’t give me a chance to finish my sentence and he pushed his huge fat dick into my tiny tight pussy.The way he was grinding.