She was trying to book a cab. It was around 2.30 am which is why it was taking the time. The conversation after that went something like this.Me: You ...o realize that you won’t get a cab at this hour?Divya: I don’t care. I just want to get out of here.I went near her, took her phone and cancelled the ride.Me: Don’t be crazy, its 2.30. Go home in the morning.Divya: You know he is just too much sometimes…Me: Yeah, I know. He is an asshole.It was dark in the living room as we didn’t switch on any. She was long and slim, her breasts were nothing more than a gentle swelling over her chest, her nipples were soft pink and slightly puffy. Her buttocks were small and rounded and appeared to be nice and firm to touch. She hadn’t yet grown any pubic hair, her mons venus was surprisingly prominent with a beautifully sculpted cleft.She massaged suncream into her father’s back – it seemed superfluous at this time of day, but I was enjoying the show. Then the father lay down on his back as the young. They were way nicer.That's for sure. And, without fail, they always glanced at her chest. She noticed that men passing by would sometimes nod 'hello' whileglancing at her boobs. So, she just pretended that her boobs werenodding 'hi' back. It gave her a giggle."I love you, too," she said, slipping her arms around his waist andpressing her fleshy body against him. She instantly felt his dickstiffening against her. "I'm a big girl. If my sister can handledressing like this, then I can too.". Nor how long she was unconscious. When she awoke, she was covered entirely in cum. Not only that, but it dripped from her cunt and her bottom and her mouth (it tasted oddly like toasted marshmallows she decided, somewhat surprised). She lay upon the edge of a large pool of water upon a small grassy knoll, beside the path she’d been travelling, or so she thought, for the bridge upon which she’s been attacked was no longer in sight. Sitting up unsteadily, and then rising to her feet, she surveyed.