They took turns sitting with her during the night… no one wanted her to wake up alone. At about three o’clock, Tom was sitting next to her bed whe... he heard a faint moan. He looked up and saw her wincing as she tried to move her arms. ‘Megan, sweetie… don’t try to move. You’re OK, but it’s going to hurt like a son-of-a-bitch for a while.’ She frowned and spoke without opening her eyes. ‘Daddy? Is that you?’ she asked weakly. Tom hesitated as a lump formed in his throat, and then he cleared it. I was sixteen and whilst I had had experience with my young male friend I had not had any with an adult.He was about 48yrs of age and was the first person to suck me dry and later to bend me over on the sofa, put his cock in my hole and fuck me till he came. I got kind of addicted to it after that and at one time he invited a whole bunch of young friends around. It was a great party but I was the centre of attention and I sucked them all and they all fucked me one after the other, leaving. Her long hair was not a problem, but she did remember not to brush it, so that she could look more unkempt, the way a man would.Her first foray into the world of men was to the hotel restaurant. The hotel restaurant was truly a high class place that had a separate area for women who wanted to avoid the common male crowd. She avoided that and sat in the main area occupied by the male patrons.The main thing she noticed was that the men drank more coffee than women usually did, but there were a. SHE HAD SEX WITH A GUY FROM HER NEIGHBORHOOD.In the messages the guy was asking for more sex and the Poonam was constantly saying that it was a mistake. it was obvious that she was feeling guilty but it ewes my chance. I took screenshots of the conversations and transferred them to my cell phone. When she came out of bathroom “Bhabhi come here “she came and asked “what happened “and I showed her those screenshots right away. her face turned yellow. she ran towards the door and locked it.Then.