Choomki’s ghaghra was flying in the fan’s air. I upraised the ghaghra (a slum-dweller girl certainly does not wear a panty) and saw a nice pussy c...vering some sparse pubic hairs, the deep fissure disappeared between her thighs.My carnal Desire aroused and the bad intention poked into my evil brain that I could try to fuck the girl. I Slightly parted her legs and could see the clitoris flourished from the fissure like rosebud.The evil thought was running into my brain 100 km speed, to fuck the. Harry did likewise with Mina, who followed his lead (her lead I guess). Men love that feeling of power and me, and I could see Mina was the same, was happy to be controlled, added to the fun. I watched as John brought out two spreader bars, one for me and one for Mina. I watched as Harry fasten the cuffs over Mina’s boots and adjusted the bar to what he thought looked right. He gave Mina’s pussy a good fingering. Dave kept hold of my collar while John adjusted my straps, and bar, giving my ass. Mini skirts, short shorts, frilly dresses, all the girly stuff. And the strangest thing has been happening since I've been home. I swear my dad won't stop looking at me. I catch him looking at me when I'm doing laundry, or when I'm laying in the backyard. It's like he's started to notice me in a different way. And I think I kind of like it. I like teasing him a little bit I must admit. He's soft-spoken, handsome, and very polite. The other day, I walked into the kitchen wearing just a tank top. That seemed to quieten her from calling me about it. Then this all came up some months later. And the first couple days she was here damn if she didn't wear loose legged shorts around our house all the damn time. And Pepper being a male dog and trained as he was would poke his nose up into them and try to get at her spot. She would let him get right there and if I came into the living room, kitchen etc. she'd push him away. But hell I know Pepper to damn well to know it was.