She always wore trousers and shirts. One must see her to believe when I say that she was a “pari on earth” (angel on earth). I used to flirt with ...lmost all the lady colleagues, just to keep the environment happy and productive. It was clean flirting. Since Fatima was 10 years younger to me I did not give much attention to her. Guess that is what got her attention towards me. She started getting lunch, spending lunch time with me, slowly she started asking questions pertaining to married. I gave a gentle push and half went inside and she was in so much pain tears started rolling from her eyes and i saw blood oozing out from her pussy. And she started shouting ‘aaaahhhh..Takke it outttt.. Itsss painnningggg ‘i waited for some time for her pain to subside and as i saw her getting relaxed i gave a strong push and i was inside her and she was in pain which i now ignored and started giving gentle strokes after few mins her pain turned into pleasure and she waa moaning aaah aaaah aaah. It was not long before she could feel herself starting to cum so she started to speed up letting her orgasm take over and then she felt her father's cock shooting it's seed deep inside her and she collapsed on top of him as she tried to catch her breath. John still did not move and she thought was still asleep so she got up and tried to sneak up stairs without waking him and her brother and she went in to the bathroom and she heard someone walk past the door and she slowly opened it and looked. Then, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. I was so thirsty. I took a sip and walked around our massive house, a place that I shared with Valentina, my sister. My parents lived abroad, which in a way had caused this closeness with Valentina, a sexual bond that had started some months ago, and which had driven us to do some really crazy things. Actually, just some days ago we had been on a crazy trip with some friends, which had ended up in a wild orgy.As I recalled the events of.