She grinds per pussy harder against my tongue and mouth, using my mouth and face like a sex toy. As I hear her come I lick even harder, trying to tast... all her juices in my mouth as she comes against my face. 'Fucking god' she gasps, holding the bed tightly as he continues to come. As I move slowly away it is time to be punished. She knows what I want as I move to her side. No words are needed.She holds my cock in her hand. 'Is this cock big enough for you?' I ask. 'No. Its small and pathetic.'. I was confused about the reason for the tears.“Kya hua bhabhi, kyu ro rahe ho?” (What happened bhabhi, why are you crying?) I asked. She started explaining to me in a crying tone“Maine aapko bohut miss kiya, bohut jyada. Aap ke siva mera koi dost nahi hai. Main din bhar akeli hoti hu, koi mere se bat karne wala nahi hota. Aapke bhai subha se bahar hote hai ghar aa kar thak ke so jate hai. Bass aap hi the jo meri care karte the, aap hi the jo mere life me khushiya late the. Ab koi nahi hai.”(I. ‘I’m entitled to a little down time and treating myself to a beer after work IS going to happen!’ It went on like this for a couple of weeks and neither of us was letting up. Now it’s time to get back to how I ended up in the hospital emergency room. Remember I told you I always do things to the extreme? Well one night I came home by taxi after drinking one to many beers. I made it into the house and passed out on the couch. I woke up with a monster of a hangover and needed to take one hell of. Half way around the open field a mile or so from the house, we came to a log and, pretending weariness, I asked her to sit with me. I was quiet so long that she asked if I were all right."Yeah," I said, "I'm okay. I just have a lot on my mind really."Out of politeness, she asked, "What's the matter?" I'm just fed up with being jerked around," I said candidly. "I get pushed into going out with some women I wouldn't escort to a dog fight because your aunt thinks I need the exercise."Arlette.