He could see in the mirror that she had been crying. Her face was all red, yet she smiled lovingly at him through her tears."Tell me about it. Perhaps...I can help?"As he held her, she could feel his cock getting hard again, where it touched her body. Already the feel of him was making her feel much better. Turning round to face him, she felt his hardness slide between her legs, rubbing against her vulva. She wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest."Do you find me attractive. I saw my uncle and aunty leaving somewhere out. I met them at the gate and they told me, they are going to Relatives house out side the city and will be back only by night. Aunty told me that “Latha” is sleeping and I asked her to call me and tell me not come today (I know that Latha could not get up and call me because she sleeps late till 11Am). I told aunty that, its ok even I have a function to attend which I taught I can go afternoon. Now I will go to function. Then I left the place and. I thought of Rebecca the entire way and kept seeing her face in the glass of the rail car's window. We had been foolish, though I had protection, and we had tried to add to it with my pulling out, but we had only been partly successful with that part, and if the stories I heard could be believed, then we were either completely safe, or utterly doomed. I suspected it was somewhere between the two, but as Blackwood fell further behind it began to feel more and more like the former rather than the. A drop of moisture was between her legs, and Janet wished she could brush it away, because it tickled like mad. Xavier moved the feathers from her armpits and traced slow circles around her breasts. Must not move, thought Janet, must not move. She broke out into a sweat. “Good girl, Janet,” whispered Xavier. He moved the feathers just below her armpits and traced slow circles. Then, a sharp stroke downward. Janet shrieked and flinched. “Oh, bad girl, Janet. Bend over.” Janet did. Xavier smacked.