As if he can feel it too, he reaches and strokes my cock, smearing the pre-cum on the head, then rubbing my balls gently. I'm in heaven now. His cock ...s almost fully buried in me. I can feel his head almost rubbing against the end of my fuck tunnel. I push back against him. I want him all. I arch my back more, and push against him as far as I can. He groans. Now he holds my waist by 2 hands. He pulls me and starts thrusting harder and deeper. He is now riding me, literally. He bites my neck and. I hadn’t realised I’d shouted it aloud, but they soon turned away again.The waitress seemed to brush it off as teenage petulance, flashing me one of those laconic smiles that suggest to meaning well but is actually so patronising. Maybe it was genuine, it was hard to tell with all the acid and weed I’d ingested. Or maybe she felt my attitude matched my piss streaked hair. Yeah, that was it - I was the absconding daughter. Maybe Daddy had just rescued me from a needle in the arm inside some. They said that I kidnapped andmolested eight young girls, all under the age of twelve; two which arepermanently institutionalized. But it wasn't my fault.All I did was to try to give them rides in my van but they did notappreciate it. They were all sluts anyway, flaunting themselves, wearingall those sexy clothes and short tight skirts and dresses. They deservedwhat happened to them.The trial was in all the papers so I was escorted out of the court houseunder guard and in secret. I was taken by. Not even the sexiest of actresses would look so exciting in the nude.Mona: Hahaha. That is way too much of a compliment. But, I don’t mind this attention from my son. So, what were you going to do looking at my picture?Ayan: Well.Mona: Wait. What are you doing now?! I completely forgot. Why were you in the lift, Ayan? Where were you going?Ayan: Don’t get angry, Mom. I was on my way to my friend’s room. To show him the picture you just sent me. I thought I should share it with him.Mona: What? Oh.