That thing deserves more respect. It was a ‘cock.’It was so freaking huge and black. The tingling in my pussy was back. I watched as Hukum grabbed...his neck while he peed and started strangling him. Niyam was acting to free himself, and he was peeing all over. Although it was not intentional, a part of the pee fell on my feet while he was acting it out.Both of them stopped dead, and Niyam stopped peeing. I could see him hold it so badly from his facial expression. They thought they went too far. For a while we would finish our first fuck session by about 4am on Saturday morning and then sleep a few hours before going at it again after some breakfast. However, every few weeks we would be woken at 9 or 10 by none other than the Jehovahs Witnesses trying to convert us. I'd always answer the door in just a pair of silk boxers either black ones with red hearts. blue with bananas or gold with elephants on - and a massive smirk on my face. I'd sometimes make idle chit chat pretending I didn't. It’s bad enough that it’s our first year there, but no one wants to be seen with a confirmed baby-killer and his girl. I’m sick of being responsible for taking all the shit in this family. You didn’t stand up for me when this shit hit the fan, but as soon as the tables turned and other people were hurt, all of a sudden you wanted to get involved and help mend fences.”“You ungrateful little bastard!” she spat.“Ungrateful! For what? You’ve heaped responsibility for the survival of our family on. She was unsure whether she asked the question or not. She had no clear memory of speaking, but somehow she felt she had asked Tom if he had forced himself on a woman. And his answer! She was looking into his eyes as he spoke, and it was as if she saw straight into his heart for the truthfulness of his reply. That was so strange. It was as if there was no place to hide a lie in what he had just said, no place at all.Carla shrugged off the strange feeling for future analysis and got back to what.