Fir mera uske gar aana jana laga reta tha.to iske gar walo se khaas karke iski mom se meri achi dosti ho gai. Or iska papa to bilkul bakwaas kisam ka ...insaan tha.jabi bi rajesh ka koi dost aata tha uske gar to wo taane maarta tha,wo ye chata tha ki rajesh ke dost mere garpe nahi aaye.uska dad hamesha akele mehi gumta tha usko koi acha nahi lagta tha.iss liye rajesh ki mom kobi wo acha nahi lagta tha unsebi jagra hota reta tha rajesh ke dad ka.Rajesh ki mom apna time sara din apne garpehi. Her hand closed around the shaft, feeling the blood surging and thickening the spongy structure. I groaned, softly. Claire’s thumb traced a circle around the head, the foreskin peeling back as I reached almost full hardness. Her eyes on mine, she dipped lower, her tongue flat to lick the head. After two or three tentative licks, her head bobbed as she took me fully into her mouth. Her lips closed around the shaft, the pressure exquisite. Claire’s tongue flicked over the head as she began to. "You like that, bitch, don't you?" he asked, his hand still firmly between her legs. "Yeah," she whimpered, as his hand moved towards her zipper. Inside she was still struggling, not sure what to do, so she thought she at least needs to pretend she's fighting him. With a half-hearted attempt she tried pushing his hand away, but he was much stronger, and as the zipper came down she involuntarily thrust her hips forward, which made him chuckle. She was still struggling, trying to wriggle and push. “Walk damn you!” he demandedThe cold air seemed to revive her a bit and she began to struggle as he half-dragged her up the sidewalk toward a darkened single-story brick home. She gathered a breath to scream but he covered her mouth. She then tried to bite his hand but he was too strong and finally they reached the front door. He held her with one arm as he opened it and then he flung her inside where she ended up sprawled on the cold linoleum floor. Adrenaline surged through her body, and that.