My mom wasn’t a virgin when she met my dad, and he reacted as if her first lover had taken something which my dad felt rightfully belonged to him. Y...u know, as if it was his property. It really bugs me that I had that same feeling, only in reverse.”“Did you feel that way about Sandy?”“No.”“You are a strange man, Petrovich!” Clarissa said, shaking her head. “I know Jocelyn was a virgin from what you said. Did you feel that way about her?”“No, of course not. I think my problem is HOW this. Shecomplemented on my looks and asked me put on the makeup. I put onlipstick, bindi, bangles and earhangings.She then took me to the dressing table and parted my hair in a zig-zagfashion as many girls do now! It really looked elegant. She then combedmy hair back and tied a braid. She then got a gold necklace from insideand slid it over my neck and said, "Preeti, please be careful with this.I love it so much." I assured her its safety. She then patted on my backtwice and asked me to stand. I had. " She said as a teasing whisper.Just that seemed to be enough to drive the shaft over the edge, and before she knew it warm ropes of cum shot out from the shaft. Covering the front of her panties, her luscious little thighs and the back of her skirt. "That's right! Cum on my little panties you pervert, shoot all of that cream onto them." She edged the man on, stroking his cock harder than ever, until finally the last rope of cum came shooting out, landing on her shoe. "God, you made such a mess. Mister Patel was a harmless sort of fellow who would never as much as wink at a female customer with the watchful eye of his spouse in the back room. This week she was away in the country visiting her aunt and uncle in the small village that had housing for senior citizens.Josie was ashamed to admit she had groomed Mister Patel for quite some time by squatting down to read the magazines on the bottom shelf and making certain her open knees were pointed in the direction of his low stool where he.