But he was much bigger than me and simply held me like that as I grew accustomed to the huge thing in my pussy.His soothing talk and slow movement soo... aroused feelings down there that I couldn’t ignore and he slowly began fucking me properly, in and out. Oh fuck now I really was a slut, I was being fucked and enjoying it, not only that, it was the same cock that fucked my mum.I could feel the rhythm now, and began moving against him and oh boy, it felt good until all of a sudden he pulled out. So i thought that it may give some sort of relief to my like minded fellow readers. I am now coming to explain my first experience how it was occuried in my life.while i was 21 years just completed my degree, i went to hyderabad to search for my job and after thre e months i could able to get one small job and i joined there for duty and thought to goover to my native to see my mum who was living alone there.on hearing that i got job at hyderabad se felt very much happy and she expressed her. One day a young girl sat in the same carriage and she had a short skirt and I mean SHORT! SHORT!, short enough so that if she crossed her legs the white triangle of her panties would be on show, of course we didn't ignore her, who could, we`re men and that magic white triangle is the 8th wonder of the male world, but even still most male eyes were cast on our glamorous grilf and I think she knew this, she had such a way in her manor and the way she carried herself and the way men admired her. Instead we try to independently confirm the truth or falsehood of the allegation. If we confirm it we confront the employer with the evidence we found in confirmation rather than making him aware of the original complaint. He is still afforded the courtesy of an opportunity to rebut that objective evidence however." But surely", Doug persisted, "there will be times when it would be obvious to an employer who the whistleblower must have been. What then?" In those cases", she replied, "we.