After almost a year, they were finally meeting. Vansh had planned something special for her but had kept it a secret.Was it a romantic lunch? Or a lon...g drive? Or sex in a secluded public place? Riddhi’s mind pictured different scenarios. When she thought about sex with Vansh, it turned her on crazily. Her ass cheeks relaxed, her pussy shivered, her nipples got hard, and she got goosebumps. She let her hands wander to her pussy and rubbed it from over her pyjamas. The thought of Vansh’s thick,. But I'd like to explain how I feel about it, and how it has been crucial in maintaining my own commitment to Brother Dexter as my spiritual guide and mentor.The first few times I went to do a libation I was extremely nervous, and even a little embarrassed, but Brother Dexter had a way of calming me. He assured me that I had nothing whatsoever to be embarrassed about in performing a libation. He explained that these moments that he and I spent together in private consultation was precisely what. We traded kisses on our lips for several minutes, but I could see the tears starting to form in the corner of her eyes. My fingertip wiped them away. ‘Brenda darling … it’s okay. You’re next to me now and that is all that matters to me.’ ‘But you let me go so easily?’ ‘I thought it was just a fling for both of us. I was so wrong. I hurt all summer. I often slept with your bathing suit and held it to my face until I couldn’t smell you anymore. It wasn’t until this morning I threw it far out into. “I told you to shut the fuck up”, he shot back angrily. I guess I pissed him off, because from then on, it was no more Mr. Nice Guy. He spread my cheeks so wide, I thought he might rip them right off. With one thrust, he got his cockhead past my sphincter muscle, and he was on his way. I yelled out in pain, and he slapped my ass cheeks around some more. “Quiet down, it’ll stop hurting in a minute,” he offered. As he increased his rhythm, I was surprised that he had been right. After my initial.