He pushed her head away ruffly, swearing, "Fuck that! Game over Ginger, you need to go the fuck home right now!"He started pushing her away, and she s...id off of his lap, and onto the her knees on the floor in front of him, quickly parting his legs, and wedging herself in between them."Please don't make me go." she begged, almost crying. "I swear it won't happen again. I'm sorry." Then she started unbuckling his belt, saying, "I'll make it up to you." but he grasped her wrists firmly, there. . Aur phir to main unhe dekhta hi reh gya not becos ki uska fig ek perfect slutty biwi jaisa tha ya uska ranga gora tha yaa uske boobs 36 ke the but in sab hone ke bawjood maine jo transition dekha saree se leke jeans tak usne mujhe zyada attract kiya,Usne ek deep neck top pehna tha ek 2.5 inch unchi ur ek low waist jeans and uska fig us waqt 36 28 38 tha jo ki uske kapdon ko bahut ache se compliment kar raha tha. Uski baat sunte hi maine smile kiya aur kaha very nice mam aap saree bhi bahut. I was pretty sure I was in the clear, but I was definitely paying the price for the bastard's deed.Hearing the front door open and quietly close, and the 'beep beep' of the alarm being set, we sneaked down the hall bearing our gifts, cake and a lighted candle. We sprang into the teenager's darkened bedroom with shouts of 'Surprise!' The strained melody of an off-key duet of 'Happy Birthday to You' died out as we both saw her at the same instant. Janey was curled in a tiny ball on the floor at. It had to be on high now as the grating buzz drowned out even the crackle of the fireplace. "Oh, God, no, not that much—" mother wept, trying to roll her hips and escape from the humming monstrosity. "It'll feel great," the man cackled as I saw him touch the big, round ball down on mom's unprotected clit. Trying to flinch away from the vibrating head, mother let out a choking gasp. "Nooooooooooo—" she wailed, but it did nothing to deter the man as he pressed down harder on the swollen nub. I.