"Joubert was... more romantic. With him it was more like a seduction. His foreplay was..." she started to use the word "wonderful," but decided upon a...other, "... experienced. He seduced me into wanting him, built my expectations. The other man, the one who took me while I was blindfolded, was more forceful, it was more like I was being raped." But exciting?" ... Yes. I've always had a fantasy of being raped -- I guess every woman does -- that is, not injured, but taken while helpless to. They lived east into what’s now the Territory. They did something wrong and the spirits turned them to stone. Where we’re going you can see their heads where it looks like hills from here. What were their mouths and noses are caves. Our fathers’ fathers carved and painted the insides so the evil couldn’t get out. I lack the courage to spend the night there. What if one were to sneeze? Or close his mouth? They have been there very long. What if one yawns in the night?”“The freshwater crocodiles. Mai aunty se hamesha baat krta tha lekin kabhi unhe dusri nigaah se nahi dekha. Unke pati 2 saal baad aate the jisse ki wo bilkul akeli rehti thi. Ek din jab mai chhat pe ghum raha tha to maine socha ki dekhu aunty kya kar rahi hai. Maine jaise hi unke chhat par dekha to aunty shushu kar rahi thi aur unki badi si gaand pichhe se dikh rhi thi .Mai to aankhe phaad ke dekhta hi reh gya .Tab tak aunty pichhe palti aur mujhe dekh liya , mai turant niche utar aaya .Ab mai hamesha unke baare me sochta. “I love you, too. Pete never said he loved me. He just loved my body.”“He was a pig. Now make me cum!”“Yes,” she moaned, slipping a third finger into my pussy as she jammed her tongue into my asshole.It was all too much. I groaned, shivering, my pussy clenching down on her thrusting fingers. I moaned out my bliss. My asshole spasmed on her tongue, my cunt writhing on her fingers. Her tongue and digits probed into my holes, swirling, caressing, the friction shooing through me.Pleasure crashed.