”“It was nice, Anthony, I liked it.”“Well ... jst let me know when you want to come over again.”“It might be towards the end of the week, ...ut I’ll let you know.”I didn’t want to tell him, but I was sore already. I knew I’d need a couple days of respite before we tried this again.I snuck out the back door, and made my way home.Day TwoIt was Thursday and I was finally starting to get back to normal. When I had awakened Tuesday morning, I was so sore I didn’t think I would be able to move. I told. Without hesitation I moved him even further up into my ass, scissoring him tighter. I looked over my shoulder savouring the sight of his face between my thighs. Still looking into his eyes I started to squeeze him harder. I noted his pain in his face but he didn’t have to tell me if he wanted me to continue or not. I knew without words what he wanted me to do as we understood each other perfectly now. So I continued to flex and relax my leg muscles.I started rolling over to the side, pulling. Saali: Sachhi?Me: Muchi, tum aaj bahut hi..Itna keh kar main chup ho gaya. Fir usne poocha-Saali: Kya bahut? Batao naa.Me: Nahi kuch nahi.Saali: Batao na jiju.Me: Tum aaj bahut hi sexy lag rahi ho.Saali (thoda sharmate hue): Sachhi? Ya fir aise hi keh rahe ho?Me: Sach bol raha hu.Aur itna kehte hi maine apna hath uski jaang par rakh diya. Wo shayad samjah gayi thi, aur wo chup ho gayi. Usne apni nazar neeche kar li thi. Ab usne apna hath mere hath par rakh diya, aur boli-Saali: Aap bahut ache. Father was accused of killing, first his wife and then Tor, but no charge was brought as the police had no idea when or how or even if a murder took place. There was no body found, but if Father killed him, there wouldn’t be, not unless the cops went into the jungle and checked the right pile of pig shit.When the police came to question Father they were divided. Some of the police respected him greatly, they saluted him and treated him with dignity, calling him a distinguished hero. Others.