"Girls are supposed to like that, not guys." Is that right? And where did you get this bit of wisdom, darling?" I heard it, that's all." Then you hear... wrong."They finished washing each other, then stepped from the stall and dried one another off. Joan tickled his balls, causing Ted to dance about and try to get away, laughing gleefully."You're gonna make me piss if you don't stop, Mom." So piss," she giggled, tickling his balls again.Ted let loose a stream of piss."Hey, you little fart!" she. Did it sound like a veiled come-on? She told herself to stop being silly, he’d stayed over many times in the spare room. When he accepted he didn’t look as though he thought anything was untoward.She tidied up in the kitchen, listening to him plod about upstairs getting ready for bed. She thought she might have to stay downstairs until he was asleep – she didn’t know if she could trust herself not to go and climb in with him (actually, she wasn’t sure she wasn’t going to do that anyway even if. As she got off the bike, she came up to my side and stood very close to me, her breasts almost touching my left arm. She looked down for a few seconds, and raising her head, she looked into my eyes.“Bhaiya ... I don’t know what to say ... nobody has ever been so...” her voice trailed off, and she lowered her face again.I placed my fingers on her chin, and lifted her face up.“Sejal,” I said in a soft voice “Don’t think so much ... I just want you to be comfortable with me, OK. If you are. “Drying up are we?” the speaker leered. “I bet your pretty wet here though aren’t you, in your filthy cunt?” he said as he inserted one, then two, fingers into her open pussy. He delved into her deeply until she began to moan, then quickly desisted. “Dripping!” he exclaimed to the room, showing the inspectors and participators his glistening fingers, “what a dirty whore she is, she’s actually turned on by you all humiliating her like this.”The punishment continued and the speaker was ruthless.