” Ayushi took a pause. “Fuck her?” she whispered as she felt his cock growing on her stomach. She felt herself getting weak on her knees.“Yes,...I did,” Suresh said, and he slowly moved his hand to her ass. Ayushi moaned as she felt her jiju’s hand rest lightly on her ass. “How is it still hard then?”“Oh, my innocent little girl, Looks like you are meeting a real man for the first time,” Suresh said and grabbed her ass“Aah, jiju, stop now,” Ayushi moaned and threw her head back. She placed both. Sure, I won't make judgements, maybe that's good when I tell you my story. So?" So, it was someone I'd known a long time and someone I loved and trusted. Uh, it was my brother, Phil." Geez, your brother. Maybe you don't want to talk about it. Sorry." No, I don't mind. Not really." Don't, if you'd rather not." No, it's okay."We were always pretty close and got along well. I was a bit of a tomboy and we were horsing around one afternoon, home alone, and ended up wrestling on the floor. I was on. I enjoy watching the people down in the streets and all of the traffic. It has a life of its own.”The condo had enormous glass pane windows that took up the entire length of the south end. White vertical blinds. The apartment was on the 7th floor from which many of the other buildings rooftops could be seen. It provided a perfect view of the bars and restaurants down at street level-- the crowds were still rushing in and out of those establishments. And if one was curious enough, they could. Art told me later Bob paddled me for exactly five minutes, although to me it seemed liked hours. I would have watched Art spank Donna more after I was released, however the sting in my backside prevented me from concentrating. I did see Donna bawling like a little child over her father’s knee before my husband allowed her to stand. I saw the wisdom in letting my husband spank Bob’s wife after my paddling. If Art had any ideas that I’d been treated too harshly it would give my husband a chance.