“Well young lady. You seem to have enjoyed yourself. Now if you don’t mind I would like you to leave.” Petra said bluntly.“Petra, please don�...t be like that. Don’t be so hard, please!” cried Bonnie. “We both shared something…”“No we did not!” snapped Petra. “We didn’t share anything. You wanted to experience what your mother did. Well fine. You did. Now please go.”Bonnie stared back at Petra. She felt like she had been slapped down hard and cruelly. Slowly she got off the bed, pushing her lovely. And the spine leading in a graceful arc along her neck to the one or two inch crop of her hair and those swinging earrings. The only thing she wore. Unlike Freddy, who still had on his socks and a tee shirt. And the earrings were of the cheap ethnic kind you could easily buy at Camden Lock or Portobello Road markets. Finally, it was over. Ella jumped off and onto the carpet in front of Fatima. Fatima could see that the teat of Freddy’s condom was full of the sperm he’d produced. This. We were trapped.After some thought, I told Shantha aunty to stop crying and asked her to make some tea for me.She said,” you want me to make you tea? Our lives our destroyed. How can you think about tea? My husband will kill me and then everyone together will kill you!”I moved close to her and kept my hand on her mouth and said,”shhh aunty.I have a plan to come up with the money. As long as we do as zubaina aunty says no one will know anything and we can carry on with our lives.”“You. She puts her hands on either side of my body and crawls up on top of me…her breasts pressing soft and heavy, sliding up my shins, knees, thighs…I finally feel their weight on my balls, then slowly rubbing up, squeezing my throbbing hard cock between them…she pauses, her huge tits engulfing my cock, only the head visible, throbbing, leaking precum…then she continues up my body…sliding her massive hangers up my stomach, and chest…until they touch my chin, then they separate, sliding against my.