I guess guilt is a better way to express what i had felt for the last 3 months. It was a very long 5 hour drive. I was abnormally quite during the tri... to the point that madhavi asked twice what was wrong. I told her i wasn’t feeling very good, kind of like i was catching a cold. When we arrived at saraswathy’s home, she came running out of the house and down the driveway to greet us. She hugged and kissed each of us. She acted no differently than she ever had. As the day progressed, i became. .!! You are so beautiful..!! Look at your boobs…!! They are better than most of the girls I know…!!” saying this he started kissing my lips…!! “Ohh… mmm….. You have so juicy lips…” He was almost biting my lips, sucking on them… the pleasure he was giving me was far more than the pain…!! His hands were now all over my nude back… going down to my ass slowly…. He grabbed my ass cheek through jeans and pressed it hard… He was enjoying my flesh.. He stepped back and told me to remove my jeans…I told. "Stop it!" Camael screamed at the top of his lungs. Tears were dripping down his cheeks. "I did what I had to do, you murderer!"Bael patted Camael's back. "Now see what you've done," she said to Stella, accusingly."What I've done? How did Frank die?" Bael killed him!" I set him free!" What the hell did you people do?"They were all interrupted by a piercing scream. Stella whirled her head around."Stop fighting this instant!" shouted Francine.Everyone stopped."Oh, baby," said Stella, her heart. I went slow, not wanting to rip my arse to bits. Just putting pressure on my tight starfish, however I could already feel it spreading over the head of the dildo, my arse apparently wanted this more then I thought. Still, I went slowly. I rocked back and forth slightly, barely sliding the dildo in and out at first. I was now breathing hard, my dick throbbing in time with my heartbeat, which seemed to both race madly and thump slowly at the same time. All thoughts of me not doing this had fled.