Naresh didn’t stop, penetrated “Ahhhh” I screamed in pain’. He stopped for few seconds and continued, the pain subsided, and I was excited at ...he first manhood in my pussy. Naresh moved his hand to my breast holding it firmly and at the same time massaging it. I was feeling pain at my top as well as bottom. I felt the fore skin of Naresh’s dick move up and down inside my pussy and his rosy top rubbing the peanut of my vagina. “Oh,m…Naresh dear…oh.. Rub it, fuck….keep on”. “Akka, your moaning is. I give you small somethings to remember me by."Yana had already had a "small" something to remember, though she'd be happy to forget the semi-soft little pink pistol that he believed was a powerful Kalashnikov of love. She opened the packages and thanked him for the crotchless rayon panties in faded primary colors, each embroidered with the name of a different month, the vibrating dildo with cables to be attached to a car battery, the picture of the Comrade General himself wearing only polished. “I really can’t remember! I can’t remember you arriving; I can’t even remember the others leaving.” “Debs you’ve got to be kidding...” I was beginning to get really distressed now. Tears were beginning to run down my cheeks. “It’s TRUE! I CAN’T!” The tears were flowing fast now, my eyes stinging, my chest heaving. “You’ve GOT to believe me. I can’t remember even seeing you. And I really, really can’t remember what... what we did at all!” Eventually my emotion must have convinced him because his. " What should I tell my father happened?" Vicky asked."Tell him you went riding and that you fell off the horse and hit your head," Chris said. "It can happen to the best rider. I'll just say I found you lying on the ground, and that you were still out cold." Will they believe that?" she asked."Of course they will."Neither one of them said another word the whole way back. At the farm, Vicky's father was the first one to see them as they rode up to the stable. He was so glad to see his daughter.