She was like a ragdoll as I ran my tongue up and down her crack and down between her legs although I did hear some kind of murmur as my tongue tried t... get in her arsehole.I got in close and using my saliva I slowly inserted a finger into her back door, I felt her body jerk a bit as I slowly pushed it in. I wiggled it a bit before slowly finger fucking her.She murmured a bit more before to my amazement lifted her arse up and pushing back on my finger, this was my signal and I pulled her panties. It was Muna, who lived in the house in front of ours; I didn’t like her at all. She is such a boring girl, I opened the door, she had come up with some sweets for the festivals and asked for my mom, I said she had gone out of town and then she asked for bhabiee and I answered that she would return late.She handed the plates of sweets to me and said that she wanted the plate back. I said that we shall return the plate tomorrow but she instated that no one would be at home tomorrow and it would. " I don't know about that," Pat replied. "We could be so much worse. Icould be in the hospital with a skull fracture and that bullet couldhave hit you somewhere much worse."Mary nodded slowly. "I guess the pain meds haven't worn off completelyyet. You would think that I would be freaking out about being shot."Pat shook his head. "No. The hospital wouldn't let you go out of theirclutches if you were still loopy." He smiled warmly at her. "I thinkthat you must have gone through the panic. When we arrived in New York, we took a cab from the airport to our hotel. Effie sat very close to me. Her eyes were wide and became wider at the sight of the tall buildings of Manhattan. She squeezed my hand tightly and gasped occasionally. Dad looked at her and grinned. "Yes, Effie," he said, "it sort of takes your breath away, doesn't it?"We checked into our hotel. Our suite seemed very grand to me. It even had a TV set. Of course, we had a television at home, but there was but one channel,.