She hadn’t spoken, had she? These were just thoughts passing through her mind… ‘Why don’t you touch his body again,’ the voice said. ‘Rem...mber how it feels.’ A hand was taking hers and placing it on a naked chest. Someone was standing to the side of her. It couldn’t be Laroche—he was wearing a shirt—it must be Tony Daly. She stroked her fingers across the chest, seeking those nipples again. For a few silent moments she caressed one, tweaking it between her thumb and forefinger. Did a man. I used to live in a flat which is nearby to my collage Jadavpur area. And the other two were in Rajarhat and Kalyani. It’s 2 places in Kolkata.Biswajit used to work in Indore He occasionally came to Kolkata to fuck my mom. One day he came for 3 days and stayed at our Kalyani flat.He decided to have sex while drinking. My mom was against it. So she denied it. But he was so reckless that day that he didn’t listen to a single word. That time my dad was in Delhi as we were opening a new cloth. I wanted to yell to warn Vincent but it was too late.Then Vincent was on top of me massaging my breasts and nibbling my nipples. I was so hot. “Damn! Fuck me Vincent. Fuck me Vincent. Stick that cock in my hot pussy.”I didn't have to wait long because that's just what Vincent did. He shoved his eight thick inches into my hot pussy and started fucking hard. He would pull it all the way out of my pussy and ram it in again over and over again.“Take my cock you fucking slut,” Vincent said. People either streamed past her ignoring her or the occasional kindly person dropped a few coins in her hand. Pretty soon she had enough money to get what she needed and scurrying off she went in search of a chemist, and finding that it was not due to open for another half an hour walked down to the early morning café and bought her and Janice breakfast of hot sweet tea and a couple of bacon rolls. When she returned her male friend with the shaven head and tattoos asked her, ‘You got anything.