She looked hot and was down to fuck. I got a hotel room for the three of us and kept the threesome a secret from my boyfriend. Him and I got there fi...rst and we started drinking and making out. Pretty soon there was a knock at the door. I told him to answer the door and to both of our surprise his little step sister answered the door. She was wearing nothing but a long coat, stockings, and high heels. “Emma! What are you doing here?” he asked but I saw him get a hard on his boxers. “I’m here. Even rice is hard to get around here.”In Toronto, there were any number of Sri Lankan restaurants that would have served that flour-and-coconut dish, but they were not in Toronto. Then a thought occurred to Tony.“I know a place you can get good Sri Lankan food. Homemade.”Her eyes lit up like a child’s on Christmas morning. “Enga?” she asked, using the Tamil word for “where” in her excitement.“My parents’ house. I could take you there this weekend. You could stay in the spare room.”She looked. I wanted him to put his cock into me – I wanted him to “fuck” me as I know now what to call doing that. They never used to call it that but girls as school do.We all sat around on the bed and we talked about it – the looked at my cunt and used their fingers to spread me open and I said I believed it would go in.They both talked to me and told me what might happen and what would happen – it would hurt and I would bleed. They told me no matter when I started it would be the same but they were. Proilet asked."Because I love it." Exactly!" Exactly what?" I asked, confused."If you force music on Kristen, it will turn her off. What happens when somebody tries to force you to play a stringed instrument?"I remembered a particularly obnoxious music teacher in elementary school that thought that I should be a violin virtuoso.Suddenly, I understood my teacher's worries. "Am I doing that?" Sadly, yes," Mr. Proilet said. "If you force her, she'll resent it. You'll be driving a wedge between the.