Framed in the background, a straight river with a thousand million concentrically overlapping waves, rippling together as rain fell out of the gloomy ...louds, patternless to infinity. A playground, plastic and wood and steel, jungle gym and swings, slanted house; sitting damply in the invariably existing sandbox.I stood there, lost in the rain, until she tugged at my hand and we started forward. She. Her. The girl. For what would it be without one. As soaked as me. Ahead. Bolder, one must admit. Ab me tumhari randi hu….Ho karana hai….Marrooo pito….Katooo.Magar muze bas aur chodo…..Ne aaj tin baar nikal gayii hu…..Aur ek nikalana hai…Mene. Aur ek jor se chanta maara uski gand par woh kaampane lagi uski gand aur pith full pasine se bhig gayiii thi…Aur use maarane me bhi maja aa raha tha…Please chodo apni randi ko….Tabhi mene usko phir turn kiya aur uske baal pakad kar apna lund uske muh me daal diya ..Ek minut chusawaya….Aur phir ghodi bana diya…. Aur apna lund uske andar pel diya aaur. And sucked it.I was in no mood for foreplay just pushed her in bed And raised her petticoat to see a larger pussy cleanly shaved. Meanwhile when I saw Tulsi . She was busy fingerings herself. I signaled her to join us.She jumps into bed and keep her pussy on her face and told her lick.meanwhile, I started to lick her it was quite different to Tulsi. She started to moan and I started to finger fuck her. Within minutes our maid started to cum. I felt her slippery pussy. This was the first time. People had no clue that their idol was writing her glittering literary gems from a home where the rats gagged. The time for intervention was fast being lost. She was going to leave her children in the rats’ nest and go off with her predatory lover. They had shared fantasies and emoticons. What more could a person need? We moved a different friend to step in near the end. He sent some offerings onto the website in the guise of a fellow writer hoping to get her attention. No go. We convinced yet.