The video ended there but according to me, they must have fucked again a few times because I saw Manish coming out of the room at 4:00 am that day.So ...hey must be doing something inside till that time. After all this, I was very frustrated and horny. So I closed the computer and crashed on my bed. It was time for lunch so my father called me from downstairs to have lunch. I adjusted my pants and came down to the dining area.But only my father was sitting on not the table watching the sports. In our tangle my nose ended up almost in her armpit, which sounds gross even if it wasn’t. She smelled of chlorine and of something else I couldn’t identify. When I think back on it now mostly I remember being confused.Heather and I were pushing and pulling and trying to avoid the valve sticking out when I felt a hand between my legs. I figured it was an accident, except that it happened again. I looked at Heather, but she was looking at the tube. Then it happened once more, only the hand kind. He was urging me to relax and let him in, his hard cock stabbing at my arse. I felt the pressure on my hole as he tried to push inside, yelping out as he thrusted against me. He told me to ‘Shhhhh’ and brought his hand round covering my mouth. I could feel his other hand trying to pull my bum cheeks apart and I cried out again when I felt him penetrate me, the head of his cock inching past my tight ring. His hand clenched over my mouth, stifling my cry as he pushed himself deeper inside me,. "Okay, sis," I said as I drove her home, "you win.")I wanted to cast some spell on the creep that had raped her, but he was a military brat, and before I could find a way to turn him into a mealworm, he had moved away. I still fantasize about getting even with that asshole.Midway through the next school year, I began to notice the way she looked at me sometimes. She had become more introverted than ever, and I had long since lost patience with her. We were still best friends, of course, and we.