He went out, and he turned and pinched my nipples.Then their door opened, and one of his friends came out. He saw his friend pinching my nipples, and ... was moaning like a slut. He also came near me and asked his friend, “Is she really a slut as you told?” And he answered, “Yes, she is our slut. Aren’t you?”He slapped my boobs. I said yes, and they both laughed. The other boy came in and introduced himself. He said that his name was Chotu and the other boy’s name was Munna.He said that now he. ’ She opened her eyes and took in her surroundings: a neat, sparsely furnished cabin. To her left was a table with two chairs, a cupboard, an ice box, another long table without chairs, with wooden crates stacked neatly beneath it. Straight before her, on the far wall was a brick fireplace, nearly the entire length of the wall. Two rocking chairs sat immobile before the stonework. She swung her whole body to the right, and he heard her breathe in sharply. There was a tallboy bureau and a long. Because the thought had been too painful for her mind, it shut itself down to everything except for the most basic of primal functions.Running through the tree's and brush had snagged and torn her clothing. She was dirty, ragged, and looked disheveled with her free flowing uncombed hair flying behind her and the young man pacing her thought she never looked more beautiful than she did right then.Even though her faced looked nothing like she normally looked, displaying such hurt and anger, the. I continued the thrusting and pounding knowing that I too was so close to that magic feeling. “Fuck me with all your strength Dad” she continued through determined, gritted teeth, “Fuck me like you have never fucked another woman and make my pussy squirt its juice all over your hard cock”!Well I was certainly fucking like I had never fucked before, and I had never heard anyone speak like that before during sex, especially her mother, and it was sending me wild. As my own orgasm started to rise.