Open your labia with your fingers. Spread it, fondle it, make me want it.? Still shocked from the breast-birching, she complied and nervously fingered...her cunt for me. This wasn't asking much in terms of humiliation – I'd seen her cunt from close range dozens of times before – but she didn't enjoy the idea of parading it on command. I, on the other hand, found her pussy, shaven for the most part yet with some short brownish hair in a few spots, now sexier than ever. I roughly shoved a few. She came over to me and curtsied, smiling as she did so."Honey, you look absolutely beautiful. Your mother would be very proud of you. If you were about 35 years older I would marry you." Thank you, Grandpa, I love you too. Do you really think I looked nice in this?" I would say you're probably one of the most beautiful young ladies I have ever seen. If you're not careful, I may buy you a whole wardrobe of dresses." Oh no you won't either! I like my blue jeans and flannel shirts, thank you.". It was now clear to me she was an absolute slut but nobody but the two of us knew that and neither of us regretted what we'd done. Things progressed over the following weeks and we began spending lunches parked in secluded locations in her car. Some days she simply suck me off, other days we'd do the best we could at fucking in the passenger seat of her car. Whilst neither of us had any complaints we craved for more comfort and privacy. Eventually we decided to book an afternoon off work and. You won’t get even a single cigarette even if you shell out a million rupees.”They were right. Raghu was a compulsive smoker and could never get rid of the urge to reach out for a fag after anything he drank or ate. He stole an opportunity while his mother and wife were enjoying a nice cup of coffee as he hurriedly bought a few packets of his favorite brand of cigarettes and cleverly kept them deep inside his bag, beneath his clothes.Fortunately for them, there weren’t those long queues to.