Once I turned onto my street, I instantly saw Ryan’s black Mustang parked in my driveway. They’re fucking!!! I couldn’t wait to catch them in th... act. I parked my car across the street from my house. I walked into the backyard. I could hear rap music blasting from inside my house. I knew Ryan loved rap. I slowly turned the door knob. Thankfully, my mom did not lock the backdoor while I was away! I carefully made my way into the house. I did not hear any moaning, just rap music. I then thought. Sheela Aunty entered and climbed three flights of long, broad, shallow wooden steps, clutching the curved wooden banister, worn smooth by countless hands. The cottage room in which Sheela Aunty stood held s**ttered, minimal furniture, a sofa, a broken chair and the whipping table. Prakash followed my aunt into the cottage room He was barefoot, and his dhoti was rolled up.He stopped in the doorway, with one arm raised, hand resting on the doorjamb and looked at Sheela Aunty impassively. Sheela. She wished she had had as easy a time getting over the relationship as Alya had. She wished someone had warned her what Matt was like so that she could have been prepared for it. But instead she had been left exposed, naked, and vulnerable before the awful truth.That didn't mean she would have preferred to have Alya go through the same thing. Alya didn't deserve that. Even the new Lissa wouldn't have wished that on her roommate. Certainly it would have made her job easier; a girl who was. His cock head pressed and held against the back of my cunt. I felt Daddy pulse inside of me and then felt a warmth filled me. He was cumming. I felt my cunny start to cum again, the feeling of Daddy filling me triggering a second climax right on the heals of my first. Out of energy I let my body relax against the hard tile, my head laid back and my eyes closed letting the orgasm roll through me. My body was made to accept his cum. “Oh yea Daddy,” I breathed as he grunted into me. I lost count.