I had no money, but I offered to work for my bed and board. She accepted and gave me a job. Neither of us imagined that I would be here one year later... But I digress. This story is about Didi’s marriage night and lets’s go back there. Lokesh was the third of five son’s. He was the family idiot. No talent. No drive. Didi’s exact words. All he wanted to do was to sit in an air-conditioned office through the day and drink through the evening. No one in the family or office respected him. But there. .hehe!!! Jomo was kneeling high on the rear seat his head and shoulders touching the roof, my legs were wide so were his.I looked round to see Jomo's face towering above me, his white teeth clenched as he was pushing hard in me. It was like someones fist pushing it's way into my belly! Jomo kicked at the front seat backs and wanted in! I was going huh, huh, huh as he pushed, it was taking my breath!. ' Hey, Mick man what got you dude? Your all quiet there? Your Mrs is doing all the talking. My own cock was absolutely throbbing with need as wave upon wave of desire flowed through me. The warm silky taste of his pre-cum had only been a teaser, I needed more. And this time, I wanted the real thing; all of his massive creamy load."Oh yeah ... not much longer Kid ... and then you'll get a nice big reward," he said as I flicked my eyes up and saw him looking down at me lasciviously. My head was bobbing up and down quickly now as I voraciously closed my lips just beneath the dark purple. " She only stared at me for close to a minute. I realized my hand was still beneath her blouse, still on her breast, so I pulled it out."Get out, get out of the car." Tara was angry and I couldn't blame her for that."Wait sis, i'll drive us home, I won't try anything else ever again, I promise." Get the fuck out, now God damn you." I had gone too far, I realized it now only after what I had done. I opened my door and stepped out. Standing up I looked over the roof of the car. Maybe I should.