(Keep in mind from here on out I still have the house, still semi leading what appears to be a normal life, I just play his game on a daily basis.) I ...hrew my bookbag down by the door as usual. Walked into the kitchen. Grabbed a soda-pop, walked into the living room, stopped dead, and dropped the thankfully still closed can. There, sitting on my couch, was a dark haired, blue eyed, very tan man with several tattoos on his arms, neck, and hands. His jet black hair was pulled up into a short. I was wearing a mini dress and unfortunately my panties and bra were in my purse because I didn't have time to put them back on after fucking my date and having to get home before it got too late.His hand went right up my dress, at the same time he pushed himself between my legs spreading them and his finger was in my pussy just like that. I fought him but I was no match. He drove his finger in me hard saying "you little whore no panties you been out fucking again with them jocks what a fucking. Bahar dekhne par maine paya ke saamne dadaji ke room ka darwaza iss samay band tha. Mummy neeche thi aur dadaji bhi.Dadaji ko din mein sone ki aadat hai aur woh aksar tv dekhte huye neeche hall mein hi sojati. Hamare bade ghar mein ab shanti thi bas beech beech mein kitchen se mummy ke kaam nipatane ki aawaze aa rhi thi. Main room se nikal kar seedhiyo ke taraf gaya aur jhank ke neeche dekha.Mummy ek pink ka salwar suit pehen ke thi. Kaam nipta ke mummy dadaji ke paas gayi aur unse khane ki. Sanft fing er an, sie zu streicheln. Erst über die Haare, dann die Schultern, die Arme. Jolanda entspannte sich sichtlich unter seinen zärtlichen Berührungen. Dann küsste er sie zärtlich auf die Stirn, die Wangen, den Hals, die Lippen. Er hatte nicht erwartet, dass sie ihm entgegen kommen würde, deshalb beließ er es bei einem flüchtigen Kuss. Doch wenn er gehofft hatte, sie würde durch seine Zärtlichkeiten auftauen, hatte er sich enttäuscht. Kaum dass seine streichelnden Hände an ihrem Busen.