She was staying in Dombivli, almost a couple of hours drive from where I am staying and hence we rarely met each other, although both of us were born ...nd brought up in the same village and our families had always enjoyed close relations. However, it so happened that once we had boarded the same train while returning to Bombay from our hometown. In fact, her parents heaved a sigh of relief seeing me in the same train as they thought that their daughter can travel safely. None of us, including me. Her father told her to wipe her chin, as some of it had dripped out of her mouth. She did as she was told, and looked at it. It was as thick as gravy, and sort of white. She licked her finger and looked at the three of them.Her mother told her to go and lay on the bed, and open her legs wide. She did as she was told, and the boy came over and laid down with his head between her legs. Her father told her that the boy was going to kiss and lick between her legs, so just relax, and enjoy what she. Melanie’s legs quivered as she fumbled for the box of toys. She wanted... no... she NEEDED more! She quickly found the one thing she sought to complete her fantasy: the thick purple dildo.“Am I really going to do this?” she asked aloud, fingers trembling. The pulsing had yet to subside in her wanton pussy and she knew the answer already. She pushed her panties down hurriedly, not daring to pause for even a second before laying back onto the bed, else she may not have the courage to go on. She. She broke into a smile, the kind of smile that tells the observer that a strong memory is going on inside.I sat down, with Glory getting on my lap and asked, "Mom, what is it?" I don't know if I should tell you or not, your father doesn't even know," she said shifting in her seat.Gloria went to Mom, took her hand and asked, "Mom, today was the most fantastic day I have had ... so far. If you have something to tell us, Win and I would love to hear it — whenever you're ready?" OK, maybe later —.