Oh, GAAAWWDD!" Just as she got the words out I felt the rush of fresh juices on my tongue. Her body tensed, then arched as every muscle she had locked... up.Had I been able to see it, her eyes rolled back and her mouth formed an "O," a perfect symbol of what she was going through. Her fists closed around the sheets until her knuckles turned white and she held her position, locked in a continuously frozen spasm, the only movement was the trembling from the strain. Then just as suddenly, her spasm. Uncle – agar aap har mahine mujhse chudwale to mujhe paise dene ki jarurat nahi hai.Mummy – ye kya kah rahe hai aap,aap ko sharam nahi aati.Uncle mummy ke pass Jake baith gaye aur mummy ka haath pakadke bole.Uncle – Leela,tum to janti ho ki tumhari bhabhi ab budhi ho chuki hai aur uska sex me koi interest nahi hai, lekin mera dil to karta hai sex karne kaAb tum batao me apni icha kaise Puri karu.Ye dekho mera lund kaise khada hua jabse Mene tumhe nanga dekha hai.Mummy – lekin.Uncle – kuch nahi. You're cruel." Which is it? Am I cruel for fucking his mom or rubbing his nose in it?" Fucking his mom was cruel. Rubbing his nose in it was callous." He burst into my room with a metal rod and almost killed me, Marcie."She looked at me, angrily. "We talk once or twice a week. Why haven't you told me these things?" she asked, sounding hurt that I had held back on her. "I tell you everything," she added."Would it make you feel better if I told you what else happened?" I don't want to hear. This had added to the frustation of recent day when her body was biologicaly signalling her need for such arousal with a man. She had been wearing a pantypad to cope with her wetness and the intense arousal had been unbearable and constant.Marilyn's teenage daughter's and her values prevented her from feeling comfortable with masturbation and she had not found since her divorce that there had been a suitable man she felt comfortable with to share any intimacy- emotional or pysical. The pain of.