After 2-3 more days i recieved a call fom an unknwn no. It was reema’s new no. ,she saidThat she wanted to talk to me personally i said its ok say w...t do u wanna say. She refusedTalking on phn n asked me to meet her-i asked shall i bring shrey with me,she said no for that.She said there’s no one at her home n u can come here, i noted down her address n reached thereAs i reached at her place she welcomed me n said that i can go to her room she’s gettin coffeeFor me. I relaxed in her room n saw. ” Then she giggled in my ear as she buried my face in her cleavage.It was such a relief to learn that the girls were finding a way to deal with such a traumatic experience. Now if I could find a way to get out of this situation without spending the rest of my life in jail, it would be a welcome miracle.“Better to satisfy you with, my dear”, was the best response I could come up with. What was I saying? There was no double entendre. That had single entendre written all over it. Was she going to. I asked what was going on and you whispered that two men had pushed their way into the house and grabbed Angie and knocked Tara down. I heard noises and then you whispered that you were going to go and hide and you told me to call 911. Then you hung upI yelled for Dad at the same time as I dialled 911. Dad came running in time to hear me telling the operator what I knew. He ran out of the room and I heard him talking to the two guys that were visiting. The operator made me go through everything. My cock continuously twitched whenever Jo's hand pulled on me as she slid from the base to the tip. She'd squeeze my purple helmet every time her thumb and forefinger ran over the ridge, milking more of my juice and smearing it all over my shaft as she returned from my cockhead to the base again. I didn't dare interrupt her with mere words, as there were enough groans of pleasure erupting from my chest to get the message across. What she was doing to me was heavenly."Jim, I love how you finger.