“Shit”, Dough swore under his breath. What was happening here? He would not, would he?Slowly he moved, advanced to get down, circle them. The thou...ght of her being fucked – raped- by this guy. He stopped. Things he did not even fantasise about. Until now. And he might be able to watch.Through some branches he caught a quick glance. The guy dragged her towards a hedge. Beyond that hedge was a small clearing with a fallen tree. Dough knew his way around here. The small animal path would bring him. My index and middle fingers pumped in and out of her wet furrow, and my thumb briefly popped inside as well just to pick up lubrication before sliding up and over her clit. Kenzie’s love button was prominent and easily accessible, and she quickly started moaning and rhythmically humping my hand while I nibbled on her neck.I had a feeling it wouldn’t take very long to get her off. Her lust had been building all day, anticipation feeding her arousal, and she’d been primed to explode long before. . He had effectively disappeared, never to be heard of again.Canada is such a large place; leaving Alberta was easy... leaving someone's life, even easier.Cheryl had never been a promise, just a distraction... she was way to self-centered to even consider giving anything away... perhaps a woman would be the answer, that's where Nanci fitted in so perfectly.Jen thought for a moment that maybe Nanci was also searching for her twin soul; she could not possibly love her older girlfriend; it must be. This story is about my friend’s mom who incidentally was my tuition teacher too and dates back to when I was 17/18 years old. Let me tell you about her, she is Neelam, a widow with stats of 38/32/38, a pure Punjab and with her age at 38 when the incident occurred. Now coming to my story, she used to teach me math and as we were from the same locality she used to come down to my place most of the time and whenever she used to be tired she used to call me to her place for studies. One day as she.