Dad said that I could take care of her. Of course I objected to that but not as forcefully as Stormy did. So all day Sunday, mom tried to find some wa... around it but she couldn’t. She tried to get a relative to help out or a neighbor but it was a lot to ask. It would be six weeks and possibly even more than that. Mom thought about hiring a babysitter for her but that would cost and we didn’t have that much money.Out of desperation Stormy was informed that I would be taking care of her during. With hesitation, I reached down and spread the lips of my pussy, feeling totally exposed. Adding her pointer finger to the assault, she curled her digits toward my g-spot as my breath quickened uncontrollably. The man reached toward his package, rubbing himself slightly. Her thumb pressed against my clit. She massaged inside me, driving me crazy. The pressure and the constant torture from her fingers were too much to handle. I suddenly felt myself orgasming on her hand. I felt totally overcome,. "Just clean up after yourselves," He said, returning to his magazine.I was already through the door at the other side of the room before I caught the plural at the end of the word, following the large black man I had already called Daddy once or twice in my head. There should have been more resistance, more manliness in me that might stand up to this immediate assault of my sexuality.No - it was more than that. Something more submissive. Real men might decide to go out and fuck a man, even at. Once she came to our home, I took her on my bike to near by places for shopping, she used to enjoy my company. I was riding my bike and I used to apply brakes and her boobs would touch me, i got seduced and i was doing it more and more. Then in the evening my parents had to go for attending marriage party, I said I wont come when I came to know that Nisha is also not going, it worked and I succeeded, I decided to not to loose this golden oppurtunity. She was watching TV, I also sat beside her,.