It matched her mood. As she clutched her thin robe tightly round her body, as if in doing so, she could keep out the driving rain that lashed against ...the window panes. It was one of those days when the wind and rain whistled round the eaves, creating a cacophony of strange sounds.The window panes shook and rattled, as they were intermittently being lashed with rain and wind. It was the type of day she would have liked to stop in bed and in the warm. But not today, she had things to do. Her. Allan was also there to witness my de-flowering. The three of us had indulged in some heavy petting and, when I started to give Paul ‘o’, I knew that there was no turning back. The three of were sitting on a bench in a park shelter with me as the willing but slightly apprehensive meat in a sandwich. After thoroughly investigating the taste and texture of Paul’s erection I then switched my attention to Allan. While I was busy pleasuring Allan I felt Paul’s hands opening my legs. I heard. He was unimpressed when I tried to establish rapport by telling him I knew he didn't want to hurt her. His unusually well-reasoned response was, "Well now I can hurt you instead."He had nine inches and ninety pounds on me. There were gasps when he threw his first, and only, punch at me.I did what any respectable black belt judoka would do. I ducked under the punch grabbing his right sleeve with my left hand and his shirt with my right, turned my back to him, pressed my hip against him, bent at. Kuch der bad aunty jhad gai or idhar mere lund ne bhi pani chod diya. Aunty naha kar ghar me chali gai or me bhi ghar par aa gaya bs uske bad ye mera roz ka kaam ho gaya or me roz aunty ko nahate dekhta or muth mar kar khud ko shant karta.Uske baad me aunty ko gandi nazar se ghurta tha or kabhi kabhi unki gand or boobs par se nazar hi nahi hatata ye baat aunty ne bhi notice ki. Ek din unhone mujhe ghurte hue dekha or mujh se boli tum mujhe aise kyu dekhte ho jese abhi kha jaoge to mene bhi unko.