It was still pouring outside and the rain was making so much sound on the tin roof that I was confident no one would have heard her scream.Champa kept...screaming but I kept moving my cock in and out. After some time her pain subsided and she stared to feel the pleasant effect of my cock's movement."Oh Sahebji," she moaned repeatedly.It was not long before she was enjoying it and started moving her hips in unison with my hips and moaning with pleasure. We kept fucking till I shot my-cum inside. Just average looking and not fit at all, but his confidence and forwardness made him seem very sexy. I opened my door and he stood close. I honestly don’t even remember exactly who spoke first or even what was said. It was all a bit of a light headed blur. I do remember the electricity that shot through my body when he touched my leg. I could feel my cock, aching and throbbing now, straining against my jeans. My nervousness melting away, cock lust and curiousity taking over, I reached over and. "I suppose you wanna know why I'm not wearing a shirt at the dinner table," Skip said."You read my mind," Jenny said."I'm not wearing a shirt just for the hell of it," Skip said. "Know what I mean? I mean, why wear a shirt on a warm evening like this just because I'm eating dinner? It's stupid. A guy oughta be comfortable." Mom would have a fit," Jenny said."I know," Skip said. "So would Dad. Which makes it that much more fun. They got all these stupid rules we're supposed to follow, even if. He was still alittle shaky, though, and Billy and Mick had to help him get up."For your presumption, you shall be first, I think." She pointed at Sargewho was now standing on his own, next to a big, black walnut chair. Heseemed to freeze in place, not able to move. He just stood there with asurprised, kind of angry look on his face, while his clothes fell off.No, I mean it, his shirt and pants, even his boots shredded into scrapsand dropped to the floor around him. Them scraps turned to.