"I— I— I—" I scrunched my eyes shut to block out his fiery gaze and almost shouted, "My friends made me come. They forced me!" There," he croone... and his large, powerful hand brushed a twist of hair from my shoulder. "Doesn't the truth feel better? Now there is only the matter of your punishment."The coconut was back and bigger if anything. I squinted my eyes open a saw a look of serene benediction on his face. "Punishment?" Oh yes. There are rules in chains and rules in bonds." He shook his. None of them had really said too much, but the distinct impression she was left with was that they made their women pretty happy in bed. What about the blue-eyed guy? Did he care about a woman's pleasure? Did he search to find a woman's rhythm? Would he put his head between a woman's legs? And did he have a nice tool, she almost blushed to think. Her husband wasn't large, she'd always felt she had room for more. Her pussy was opening up and she could feel her clit start to make its presence. I looked away for a second before--POP POP POP POP!The car screeched away down the street before I even knew what was going on. I looked up to see my brother lying on the ground, unmoving. I hopped out of the car and sprinted over to him, seeing a pool of blood forming underneath him. It was dark, and I couldn’t see where he was shot, but he was not awake and he was losing blood fast. I hesitated to call 911, the police scared me more than anything. But in an instant of luck, somebody leaving. I reached her home by 9 AM. Selvi welcomed me. For the 1st time we were seeing each other. As I said earlier she is about 35 years. Little dark in complication. Her structure is 38-36-40. Selvi was wearing white saree with slight makeup and was looking like a perfect wife. We greeted each other. Selvi and I went to temple. In temple she asked priest to do pooja in my name and her name. I was surprised, why she is taking my name. Later Priest gave Prasad and kumkum. On way to her home I asked.