"It's easy. You just make yourself over so that you feel pretty.Because that's what counts. Didn't you feel pretty in your ball gown andhoopskirt?"I...had to admit that I did, and nodded."You see?" she cried. "When you felt that good about yourself and howyou looked, you didn't care what anybody else thought. But I'll tell yousomething else," she added."What?" Because you felt so good and were so happy, that's why nobody botheredlooking at you so closely that they could see the boy in you. . The comforter long since cast aside, shoved away sometime during the night, a minuscule mountain terrain by her feet. She slept in the nude, as usual. A peaceful pose, hands cupped underneath her face. Her hair was braided into a neat que, trailing alongside her prone form.I hooked my thumbs into my last barrier of cloth, sliding them down thighs as I stepped to the bed. For a brief second, I became enamored with another as the lone pillow beckoned me, sleep escaped me for the past 14 hours.. She was also fully dressed and not even wet. She was followed by her husband. I was startled to think that she was a bisexual. But I knew there had to be something wrong. Rohini was crying. It was visible even when she was drenched. She was holding her saree as though it might fall if she lifted it up. Her sister was saying “Rohini, I’m infertile, but I want a baby of my husband and of my blood. You are wasted anyways, give him the pleasure or watch your sister die in front of you.” That. I felt him slide it in, then he squeezed my ass cheeks to together and started to fuck me with a steady rhythm. I was presented with a nice hard cock that slapped my face a few times. I struggled to get my mouth around the large head. I started to realize just how big this guy was. My head flopped back and forth. After no more than a few minutes, he groaned and cum spattered all over my face. "That's it fill the whore up. So who's next?' she asked. Another cock filled my warm mouth stretching.