’ He led the way to the basement. I was astonished at how spacious it looked now that we could walk around. Uncle Mackey’s workbench was off to on... side, and it appeared that he had a nice collection of power tools. Mr. McMahan showed me a collection of antique scales. They were hanging on a rod, and looked to have been fabricated one at a time. There was also a dozen whirl-a-gigs. Like the scales, no two were alike. There was a man rowing his boat, a woman washing clothes, two men sawing a. He threw something at me and I caught it. It was a rumpled piece of cloth... my sister's panties. "It's as easy as that," my friend declared."You raped my sister," was the only thing I could think to say."I didn't rape her," he protested."Didn't you read that pamphlet they passed out at school at the start of the semester? No means no when you're with a girl and if you continue, it's rape."Jerry sneered at me. "You don't actually believe that, do you? No bitch expects you to stop after one no.. I said no but when she kept on insisting I called Harvinder and explained him all the things. Havinder said he didn’t have problems if I want to bear the c***d of Sheila. With the permission given from Harvinder Sheila was on cloud nine and her cock was waiting to be exploded in my chut. Sheila told me that she would fuck me very tight for full one week. She was like a wild a****l now. She came near me took off my saree and her saree also. We were e both in our petticoats and blouse and. Softly at first, and then I rubbed harder. I slid two fingers down my slit and moaned out load as I imagined someone doing it for me. One finger inside and I gasped, head still tilted back and eyes closed, my mind’s eye showing me all sorts of dirty scenes. Two fingers inside and I moaned again. A raspy moan like I’d lost my voice. “Ooh. Oh that’s good. Don’t stop baby,” I murmured. I kept stroking myself, sliding my fingers in and out, my breathing quickening and my moans becoming more.