I screamed, “Fuck me.” I started laughing. He asked me to suck his dick. So I came to the sofa end and knelt down, and the old guy was standing. T...his way, I could suck him, and the other guy could play with my ass.Boy, he did play. He was fingering me. Using his tongue and sucking my pussy. Fingering my ass hole. By this time, both the guys were started abusing me a lot in Tamil. The old guy talked a lot, while the new guy was silently started fucking my pussy in the doggy style.Old guy: Nalla. ." Well . . . have you ever . . . had a girl yet?" he asked.What a strange question! I thought. I thought that he knew about my love life—well, my lack of love life. I felt ashamed of it. "Um, you mean, had sex with a girl yet? No I haven't." I was telling the truth. At 18, I was still a virgin. "I don't get along well with girls, Dad." That's too bad," Dad said. "I . . . I think that you are really cute."Cute? There it was again! What was he saying? Or trying to say? "What do you mean, cute,. . uska chehra mujhe nahi dikha kyunki usne thand ke karan apna woolen TShirt ka Cap lagaya hua tha aur uska chehra dusri taraf tha. Mai khade hoke use dekh hi raha tha ke vo palti aur maine dekha ke vo Simran hai aur uske bhi khushi ka thikana nahi raha mujhe dekh kar .. vo fauran mere paas aayi aur humne apas me baat kari aur apne numbers exchange kiye …Uske ek hafte baad mere paas Simran ka call aaya aur usne mujhse apne computer ka ek issue discuss karne ke liye apne ghar bulaya. Jab mai. Above she had narrow shoulders encased in a plain thin blouse with her bra showing, clearly encompassing a very nice and large bust, shoulder length dark brown hair, short and sweet. A typical though pretty middle aged lady on the wrong side of forty, a bit like myself, well the wrong side of forty part that is. The toys were still in the storage room where we'd left them, though the bags were now open and several were out and the parts next to them."They should assemble OK, but frankly we.