My friends always used to make fun of me and now you shall know why do they call me Cherry.So let me share the first story of my life and this goes ba...k to when I was 16 years old. I wasn\’t an amazing student during my schooling but was not too bad as well. My parents thought I was not going according to the Indian standards of education and so they asked me to consult one of my uncle staying in NYC during my summers. His name was Amit Agarwal and was working for an MNC also be was a faculty. ??You’re welcome, pervert!?I froze. My eyes opened and through the leg openings of her own panties there was Sarah at the bottom of my bed, arms akimbo, and not looking very pleased?What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?My hips dropped back onto the bed but otherwise I seemed unable to move. My mouth opened but no words would come out.After what seemed an eternity, she pointed angrily at me.?I’ll see you when I get back tonight. Maybe then you can explain yourself. Oh, and make sure. Sandra started out with a slow and steady rhythm, her hips moving back and forth as she fucked my pussy. After a few encouraging moans from me, she started to get into it and picked up the pace, pumping it in and out of me. As I started to reach what was going to be another earth-shattering orgasm, she started teasing me with it, pulling the strap-on almost all the way out, and then burying it to the hilt again. The sensations it was causing were incredible, and I could feel my climax coming. Mama had told me she was fourteen years old when her mother died. Mrs. Connor was only a year or two younger than Mama and Uncle Bunny. Mama said she felt guilty about her mother's death, and Uncle Bunny had told me she blamed herself for her mother dying. Mama had also said that no one knew if the drowning had been accidental, or a suicide. From what she had told me before, none of what she was now saying made any sense to me.I needed to learn more, so I said, "Mama, how do you know it was a.