Strangely the mound was very soft. The earlier feeling had completely vanished and my knee was feeling as if it was rubbing some semi soft mound.I wan...ed to feel the mound with my hand, squeeze, it bite it, lick it and everything that could be lusted for.With one hand I started pressing my gun and other hand I positioned it on her mound and started cupping it. I found the girl cuddling more as if to imprison my hand. I was not sure if it was her deep sleep or was acting. So now in the. , would be part of the narration. If I successfully conveyed his pain and confusion, the story would likely be hard to read, but if I failed, it would be shallow. I decided not to explain his motivation, but saved it for a post script I’d publish in a year. The cynic in me still lives. Where did the framed picture come from? Did it originate in some random neuron firestorm? Or is the firestorm the result of some other influence? If you believe in the metaphysical, you can see they come from. The man's fingers returned to manipulating the soft flesh of my pussy. An electrical feeling running through my body really scared me and made my body tense. I could feel now the wetness of my pussy. I could not believe it; I was there gagged, restrained, bent over, with some balls inserted inside my pussy and I was so fucking horny, wishing these men fuck me at their will !!!.Both men stepped back and finally I heard the sound of pants unzipping and felt one of the men coming up behind my ass.. I just want to say something. I don’t know when it all started but I just can’t keep all these things in secret now. That will be just the unfairness to myself. I don’t know what your reaction would be or what would be the aftermath of all this but you will have to hear it all. It is all on you what you decide.”“You remember, one day you asked me whether I had any girlfriend or not and I had said that I didn’t find any of my choice yet. You know, I have found one.”“Oh.” That was her only word..