Aur bhaagta hua ghar pahuncha.jb main waha puhuncha toh dekha woh mere room me nahi hai.achanak woh mjhe akar piche se pakad li n bed pr dhakel di.n m...re upr akar pura kiss krne lagi.phr usne mere shirt utare diye,phr mere pant n mere lund ko apne haath se underwear k upr hi sehlane lagi.main apne aap ko contrl nahi kr paya n maine b usse pakad ke choomne laga.Phr dhire dhire maine b uske pant khol diye n uski panty b utaar di.uska panty uske choot k ras se pura bheeg chuka tha.pehli baar maine. ”“Did he ever fuck you?”“Eventually. He was very persistent, good looking. I thought I was in love with him for a while.” The young girl said.“He was a substitute for the father that left?” I offered.“I guess. Sometimes I would imagine I had found my Dad after years, and he didn’t know it was me. I would imagine I was fucking him, making him happy.”“That didn’t last though, did it?” I said. “No, he left like my Dad did. Found another young girl to fuck him and left my mom. She blames me. “Yes,” she said, without a trace of humor.And suddenly, from that moment on, she was in control. She was the one calling the shots. And she did it without saying a word.For example, when we got to my bedroom and I started to pull my shirt off, she stopped me by reaching to grasp my hands. Then she gently slapped them away ... and removed my shirt herself. And she didn’t just pull it off of me. She squatted a little and pushed it up my sides, looking at the skin as it was exposed, almost as if. He was anything but quick with this one, two inches of pointed hollow steel slowly pricked into the side of the areola, it passed behind the nipple, slowly slipping through the soft meat while she groaned a long drawn out growl of pain the skin on the far side becoming a tiny tent of brown skin, the point slowly appearing through the stretched surface and sliding ever further through the tender ring of brown to the accompaniment of a long slow groan. Teds smile was like the Cheshire cat as he.