.oops!' she had just knocked her fork off and under the table. 'Ill get it' I said and bent down to get the fork, i couldnt see it so i lifted the tab...ecloth and climbed under the table, the fork was under her foot and she had her hand on her thigh, when I touched the fork she brought it lightly to my face and stroked my cheek, i then noticed she had her short skirt open and she wasnt wearing any panties, i must have shuddered because she jently pushed my face towards her skirt, and i saw her. I felt sorry for Tran. She lacked my confidence and vision. From her terror-stricken voice in the distance, I sensed her suffering was real. I reminded myself that my suffering would be fabricated, a lie with which to fool these masters. Then my nerves exploded, as my ass and cock were tickled with a million feathery fingers. I was overcome with sensation, and convulsed with over-stimulation as the feather duster explored my tush, my armpits, breasts and cockette. I was cooing with pleasure,. Popular culture, which my father hated, their beliefs and culture which were not all that different in terms of day to day life and above all, sex. They showed me videos, photos and even taught me the terminology. It was like an entirely different world, unfortunately it only fueled my lust and subsequently my masturbation habits which increased and it was nearly impossible to do it as much as I wanted with so many people living under one roof.We had a pretty large house though, each of our. Rahul: Kyu? Kaha ke liye?Kavita ke muh par sharm bhari muskaan aa gayi aur woh boli: Hatt, mujhe nahi bolna.Rahul Kavita ki ungliyo ke gole mein apna lund ghusate hue bola: Bataona aunty, kyu haalat kharab hogi aapki?Kavita sharmati hui jhuki aur Rahul ke lund ko chaatti hui boli: Kyu ki tum isse meri phaad doge.Apni aunty ke muh se phadne ki shabd sun Rahul romanchit ho utha. Uske lund ne jhatka maar diya. Kavita jaan gayi ki Rahul ko uske muh se ayse shabd ache lag rahe the.Rahul: Kya.