What could she do? She couldn'tstay here after last night.She made the call."So what do you want you little pussy. Want me to show how to be a realman..." Dad, I need to come back for a little while. Is that OK?"Why should I let a little queer like you back in the house?" You know half the house is mine. Mum left it to both of us. I couldforce you to sell to pay me off." Then you'd never see the place again. I know how fond you are of theplace you used to ponce around in dressed as a sissy girl.". Her skin was untanned and theareolas on her breasts were dark in contrast, the dark hairof her pussy was a mysterious shadow under her white silkpanties where her legs met her body.I leaned down and kissed her tummy and began kissing andlicking my way down to her bush. She clasped my head in herhands, “Ohhhh … Please, Gene, take your clothes off.”I stood up and unfastened my belt, letting my pants slide tothe floor and pushed my shorts down around my ankles. Ipulled my shirts. Most of the time during this show of power they were both locked into a state of stalemate. Both the parties were desperately struggling for gaining an edge against the other but the balance of power would not tip over to either side. Not until Vijay got back anyway.The Missing BagAfter a month long honeymoon Vijay Khanna returned to the airport. It was a normal day in the city and no one really paid any attention to the newlyweds at the airport. They were out of the airplane and waiting for. Gasping for breath, fingernails grinding into her palms, her rolling, blurred eyes widening, now glued to the black snake flicking forward yet again, she watches the coiling leather ominously flinging directly toward the center of her chest, again slashing across her puffy nipples; biting unmercifully into her bulging breasts.?Ooooommmppphhh!? Another flash of searing pain, the coiled leather ripping back, stretching her breasts outward again in its clutches as her naked body’s drawn forward.