I was corresponding him by placing my hand on his hairy arm and sort of lightly rubbing it.In one of them moments our eyes locked and I said:"Roger, p...ease, don't start something you're not gonna finish."Almost without letting me finish my sentence he said:"Come with me to my apartment. I'll show you that I always finish what I start."My next sentence was:"Are you HIV/STD free? I don't like or you to wear condoms."He said he was HIV/STD free. But, I asked:"Can you show me proof of. I was also without any cloths. My crop top my jeans nothing to be found around me. I got up and there was searing pain in my pussy and ass hole. Bite marks prominent on my boobs. I got out of the room and few more men were sleeping. Probably passed out after a lot alcohol, which I could smell. I realised that I might have been fucked by them all.The man I was sleeping with was now standing in front of me. He said, “ shukriya, bahut Maja aya aapke saath.” Ashamed, I asked him to give me some. Rubbing her hand inside the dampened boy shorts, she said, as she curled her wet finger in a come hither motion, “Come and get it, Gramps!”I sunk to my knees, crawling between her freckled thighs, and buried my face in the silken wetness of her panties. Breathing deeply, I let out a sigh, resigning myself to the knowledge that this had gone too far to turn back. Her scent was intoxicating! I was like an addict ! I had to taste it! I had to have it! I didn’t care if it was right or wrong. I. .” was all I could get out.The next thing I knew we were making out. She was grabbing me by the back of my head with one hand while her other hand grabbed my ass and pulled me on top of her on the couch. I was so stunned I just went with it and by the time reality had caught up with me I had unzipped her jeans and was reaming her dripping pussy out with two fingers. At first I thought ‘what are you doing? This is your step sister!’ but then my other head chimed in and I decided I didn’t care..