The vibrations running through my body getting intense, before slowing down, before getting intense again. I felt like I was constantly on the edge of...one huge orgasm but they weren't allowing me. I was getting teased then denied. The massage, front and back, ended with me on my front having my neck caressed. I was turned around and the mask was taken off, replaced by a face mask. I knew the love egg was still there, a gentle slight vibration constantly keeping me on edge and waves of sheer. Jetha khush ho jata hai savita wha se chali gayi aur jetha ab soch rha tha ki babita ko kaise manau.Usi samay gokuldham mai badi shanti thi. To jetha ke ghar mai sirf daya aur bapuji the. Daya rasoi mai kaam kar rhi thi. Tabhi bapu ji ki chillane ki awaz aai daya bhagi aur dekha bapuji bed par pade the aur dhoti pakade hue baithe the . Daya ne poocha ki kya hua bapuji to bapuji bole beta bout dard ho rha hai.Daya ne poocha kha to bapuji ne bataya ki lund mai. Daya boli haai maa mata ji yeh kya. She strolled with ease across the bathroom. She unfastenedand pulled down her skirt, sat on the toilet and and relaxed. Soon shefelt the normal yet still somewhat unfamiliar release as the liquid foundits way past her locked labes and sprayed the inside of the toilet bowl.Along with the urine, more semen was washed out of her leaking cooch.When the tinkling noise quit, she dabbed what she could reach dry andmoved to the sink. At the sight of her own reflection, she felt acompulsion to apply. Of course, my biggest mistake had been trusting Tara. I figured she was my best hope. We had truly shared something special back in New Hampshire. Certainly at one time she had loved me--loved me enough to want to take me back here and meet her folks. God, how I wish I had taken her up on the offer! If there was one person I thought I could get on my side--even if just for old time's sake--it was her. I had pleaded with her to help me escape and she seemed to sympathize with me..