” I looked at the dates again and realised the girl had only been fifteen when she died. “What happened?” “I killed her.” I lost my balance ...nd staggered back. “I’m sorry, what?” He turned to face me and forced a weak smile. “No, I don’t mean I murdered her, but it feels like it though.” “What do you mean?” “I told my parents I couldn’t babysit, so they left her at home on her own and she got into some trouble. Took an overdose.” He stood and started to walk away from me. My heart leapt into my. I have taken her permission to upload this story although she has left India now, just a brief about her. She is a house wife from Bangalore aged about 36 but looks 30 and after reading my earlier post confessed to me over mail that she liked it a lot and bla bla bla so on when we became friends she asked me if I was ok to meet her for a coffee as I did not want to take chance (Most of the guys portrays as girls and have asked for my number and have also asked me for Fucking them which is. The building was about as far from anything else on the base as possible. Simon looked around the dusty room that he'd been given for an office. 'Well at least I won't be bothered by visitors, ' he thought. He spun around as the rickety office door slammed open. Bobby Tyler and a small entourage of staffers swept into the little room."Why Mr. Woodsman. So good to see you again." Bobby shook Simon's hand and smiled broadly. "It's been a while since we saw each other in Swoope last summer."Simon. Having just had the clitoral orgasm my cunt was more than ready to be fucked, regardless of whether I wanted to or not and soon I was unconsciously joining in by pushing my arse back as he fucked me. “Hey, the cunt likes it hard” he said. How did he know that? But he was right; he pushed my arse cheeks apart and lifted my arse and began to fuck me even harder and faster hitting my clitoris and my cervix at every thrust. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop it. I came – hard and several times.