My sister usually invited me for Christmas, which was not much fun as she would bring our conversation round to what went wrong in my marriage. A subj...ct that I tried to avoid as assiduously as she would try to talk about it. I lived my life and let others get on with theirs. My sister lived with a rigid set of almost Calvinistic rules and criticised volubly those who offended her rules. I, it would seem did that frequently. It was March before my journey plan took me back to the West Country.. Me gaav me aaya to socha chalo jake bahen ko bhi milke aau or do tin din vaha ruk kar aau, to me subah ki meri bahen ke ghar chala gya, jese me bahen ke gharPahuncha to vo khu ho gai or muje khabar antar puchhe, or fir dopahar ko vo khane bana ne lagi or me or unke sasur baate karne lage, fir dophar ko hamne sath khana khaya, or fir idhar udhar ki baate ki, ese hi baat karte karte saam ho gai to bahne boli ke abhi mere ghar to tum 1 saal baad aaya hay apko yaha kamse kam tin char din to rukna. As I was packing my things de power went off. As it was a rainy day de room was pitch dark. I felt worried as there was no power and it was raining heavily. Suddenly there was a dim light in tat room. It was due to de mobile of de students. As there was no chance to leave I started chatting with them sitting next to them. Suddenly I felt some cold hand touching my ass cheeks. I felt shocked. It was de hand of one of my student. I started scolding him. But he took a knife from his pocket and. “You wanted to see what I could do, and here we are. I will show you my trick, but you have to let me suck your dick. It doesn’t seem to mind.” She finished saying this, pointing at my 7” long erection.Flabbergasted by simply how forward this woman was being, it was taking me a while to register. I shook my head, as though to attempt to shake off my stupor. I was going to have to accept this, she wanted my cock. No going around it.“Sorry,” I said. My clothes were off as well, by her request,.