She reached down with both hands to the sides of her hips and slid her silky, lacy panties down her legs. In profile, her nipples were now more promin...nt, slightly aroused from her play with them. She turned away toward the tub, her small, tight buttocks white as the cones above them. She tied the shower curtain back and leaned into the tub to turn on the water.As the water poured into the tub, she walked over to the baker's rack to get a new bath towel. My heart was in my throat. Would she see. .. Like it baby?" I gave a hard lunge with my hips, burying my hard cock a little further in her tightly clasping sheath. " Ooooooo, yes... yes," she cries, terrified to say anything to offend me. " Beg me, then," I hissed between clenched teeth. Carissa squirms from the searing pain. " No... No, I can't." She knew she must escape this final humiliation, if she didn't, there is nothing left, no self-respect, no pride, no fidelity left to her boyfriend. She can't let me have the lewd. I live in Chennai. This happened when I was around 18 and my aunt was in her mid 30s, she lived in Bangalore and I in Chennai, every year during vacations we visit kerala, coz my grand parents used to live there, on special year when we went to native something happen so surprising that would remain in my mind forever, it was a usual night all of us had dinner and was going to sleep, in my native its a small house, 2 bedrooms and a small hall and a kitchen, and once we reached native the house. No, she wasn’t getting over it. She was moving on. She was now simply ignoring Rachel, which was actually worse in terms of any possible reconciliation. She was drifting further away. Shaking away the painful thoughts, Rachel closed her locker and prepared to go to her final class of the afternoon. It was a nice day, so she’d worn a pair of light jeans and a solid pink t-shirt. Her hair was down and she looked beautiful, if not for her forlorn expressions. Her top was also tight and fit snuggly.