He knew he would have to get up eventually, but he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to have to face her. He didn’t want to face him.He could hear ...he sounds of breakfast outside: chairs moving, utensils striking plates and bowls, people talking.He thought about just staying put and waiting for the others to finish so he could slink out unnoticed. But the longer he stayed holed-up in his room, the more likely it was that someone would stick their head through the door to check that he was alright;. After what seemed an eternity, she felt his fingers brush her cheek softly. She turned her head towards his touch only to find it had moved to the other cheek. Again she turned towards it and again he moved, brushing his fingers over her lips, down her chin to her throat. He knew how she loved to feel his hands on her throat. He placed a hand around the front of her neck with just the slightest pressure as she stretched her head back, enjoying the sensation."Does that feel good, my little. Ab moradabad aa chuka tha aur bus main gine chune hi log bache the par wo aurat use hi dekhe jaa rahi thi aur wo thoda sa hansi.Uski himmat thodi si badi aur jab bus moradabad se chali to wo uske paas jaa ke baith gaya. Wo jaise hi uske paas baitha wo muskurane lagi. Usne aur thodi si himmat kar ke us aurat ka naam poocha aur usne apna naam mehrunissa bataya. Usne baath aage badayi aur uske ghar ke baare main poochne laga to wo boli kya chahte ho wo batao. Wo kuch bol nahi paya. Wo boli ke jab. I could feel his fingers getting near my pubic hair. I started shaking and crying, then he run his fingers on the lips of my vagina. I had a funny feeling coming over me, my pussy started to twitch and ach, and then I had an orgasm, then another. It felt so good, but at the same time I knew it was bad to feel this way. Then he stuck his finger in my vagina, it hurt, but at the same time it felt good. I didn’t know what to think. I got to the point where I was to weak to fight any longer, so.