He had watched the ruins of buildings being rebuilt, almost in an unseemly haste, as if to purge the lingering scars of destruction from sight and the...efore, from memory. Mental scars could not be rebuilt or expunged from the mind so easily. Time was to be the only healer and that, not very successful in its efforts.Every year, the ever dwindling numbers of ex-service men, filed along the Mall in a proud march, to lay wreaths of poppies at the Cenotaph and pay their respects. Each with his own. ”I turned around briefly and she said, “Okay. You can turn back around.”Suzy was now wearing a sexy blue mini-skirt and a white tank top that revealed the nipples of her nice braless boobs to be standing erect.Suzy started kissing me and humping her crotch against my bulging cock. She was definitely horny and doing exactly what she was supposed to do as Suzy in my story.She led me by the hand over to the bed and bent over. I pulled up her mini-skirt and pulled down her panties. Her pussy was. I enjoyed the pain. His rough beard on my tender skin felt very good. Dhruv, too, handled me roughly, but it was always followed by smooth foreplay.Many times he made me beg for sex by his sensual foreplay. But this man was different. Just a minute of Dhruv going out of the room, and he had reached the point where Dhruv took an hour to reach. When I was thinking of all this, I felt something touching my pussy.I tried to make out what it was, and my worst fears came true. His thick fat snake was. “Oh, shut up Sweta. I am taking you inside to put you on the bed and get on top of you, smother you under my body as I fuck your pussy for that first time” he added, “Is that clear enough for you.” I blushed hard and felt shivers of pleasure and anticipation course through my body as he told me his plan for the next few minutes. I could not get words out of my mouth to form a reply. So I just buried my face into his shoulder and let him carry me in for his suhaag raat. He dropped me on my bed.