She got up and went to her room and shut doors of her room. I too left for shop.Next day started as usual. After few days we were changing dress after...yoga aunt said something about my strength and teased me, I turned towards her she was wearing petticoat over pant and was in process of removing pant.I lifted her and spin her holding by stomach. I started rotating her I raised her over the head and spin, she was shouting to let her go. In second or third round her petticoat went flying taking. As I picked up the fucking, Komal had her arms roaming all over my head, back and bums. She pinched, caressed and dug her fingers on my thighs always panting and moaning into my mouth or ears. Her firm petit breasts rubbed on my chest hair and her smile told me she was close, As I reached the top my faster pushes were matched by her.Soon both were grunting and moaning like there was no end. Her jerking head made me wild and as I came I could feel her cunt lips squeeze my shaft and suck all the. “Look up again, please, look as high as you can,” she urged. I managed to comply and she sat straight up. “Cover the other eye and let’s see how it looks,” she said politely. She followed the same steps, and when I looked down, the other eye got its share of cleavage. Again, she had to remind me to look up. At that point I was hoping she would not look down because something was developing and I seemed to have no control to prevent it. Then she held a small ruler across the bridge of my nose. He hit the bottle on the ground, turning it into a dangerous weapon with its sharp glass. He pointed it towards me and said: " Come here if you want to save your bitch before I rape the shit out of her!". From the corner of my eye I could see Manda sitting on the ground, her knees grazed and her T-Shirt in tatters. Her bra was still intact. I turned to the hobo again and told him to stop this shit and piss off. I suppose that triggered him, because out of a sudden, he started running towards me.