“Mmmmmph, Mmmmmph ugh oh god.” She cried as I mercilessly spanked her ass with my groin on every stroke into her dripping cunt. Arthi came again a...d then again. Her juices flowed onto my dick and down my balls; it felt like sweat running down my ball sack and onto my legs. I was ramming my hot hard meat into her pussy after, my cockhead slamming into her cervix and continued to pummel her defenseless pussy with the steel rod of my dick. I drove into her for minute after minute with what was for. Madhuri was back home for the summer break, done with her 4th year.Still adjusting to the cold, she preferred a sleeveless kurti and tight leggings. As she would learn soon, her fair arms were perhaps too much for the conservative society she had grown up in, but flown out of to become a free bird now.Studying journalism often comes with an adjoint lesson in sociology, and she had lately become very vocal about feminism. Her clothes, as with everything else, were just another way she was. Stephen was far from the only kid attending. Most of the others were grandchildren of fairly regular attenders. She didn’t register any facts beyond those when they came through the reception line with their families.She changed in her office again. David changed elsewhere -- the men’s john? They probably would be dressing and undressing in each other’s presence for the next fifty years, but Independence would have been shocked if they’d done it right then.David was waiting for her when she. Checking myself out in the mirror I could see my sleek dark hair just kissing my shoulders whilst my make-up, after a little assistance from my roomie Laura, looked really professional.The semi-sheer blouse emphasised my breasts with just a hint of nipple and the short skirt showed off my long firm legs. Until now I’d never worn over the knee stockings, but they looked incredibly sexy.“You look lovely. Very fresh-faced and sexy, just what Phoebe likes in her girls,” Annie who had moved to join.