Drip. Your tenth step stops you in your tracks. You feel a sudden lurch at my hand as I move on. You still are unmoving, frozen in paranoia. Maybe he�...�d be less confident if he were the one with a waterfall between his legs. You immediately scold yourself for the thought, thanking God that you didn’t utter it under your breath.Drip. You feel a familiar hand on your chin. I raise your eyes to meet mine and I stare into them intently. You know that one word is all it would take and it would all be. Irene reached down, and placed his hand along her swollen labia, and then moved his fingers between the outer lips, into the sopping wet inner area of her hot cunt."Grandma loves your hand all over her down there, Honey, now put your fingers inside her. That makes me feel really, really good, like you felt when Grandma had her mouth between your legs. Boys and girls/men and women are different from one another between their legs, and I know you already knew that. These differences are why they. They draped a soft dishtowel over my head. It felt like one of the thin cotton cloths. A flour sack towel or a diaper cloth dishtowel, maybe. Oh, Jesus. I’m close to death and thinking about towels. Is this what it’s like before you die? Thinking about unrelated, or abstract things? Abstract. That was a thing we were studying in art class. ACCKKK! I felt something pointed, something sharp, being dragged up my left thigh. Oh, God, no, they’re going to cut me up and kill me. I could feel my. Anika: My Mom and Megha were planning to go out today. So I took Megha’s mobile and texted you to come here, even dressed like her. I thought of making my move on you first and submitting you to me. But your surprise attack was unplanned.Anika: As per my plan, I got fucked by your dick and even lost my virginity. And now I am living the dream of my life by getting my pussy sucked by my lovely sister’s hot boyfriend, who is under my pussy. Good Arjun. I am cumming. Don’t stop.As she was about to.