.. itchy ... she knew the feeling well ... she'd had that itch scratched by a 13 year old when she was 12 ... and a half ... it was a regular thing ...... until her ovaries deposited an egg and she KNEW it was only a matter of time until she performed the reason for her presence on earth ... motherhood.Childhood taboos ... Christian teaching ... and a mother who had very good reason to distrust philandering males, she married one ... it took forever and a bundle of cash to correct a bad choice,. ?You'venever had someone inside you before, have you? How does it feel?? ?No, sir. Noone has done this before. It feels strange but good.? ?I'm glad you like it.How does it feel when I move my fingers around?? At that she starts to wriggle her little ass and a soft moan escapes her lips.I use my other hand to pull her panties down until I had free access to her pussy.Then I start to pump my fingers in and out, using my thumb to play with her littleclit. She really starts to writhe and moan now.. He plays with my breast as i struggle to stop him.“naveen, i don’t want to do this.” i am fighting the urge to cry.I feel the coarse skin on his hand against the smooth soft skin of my breast. He takes my hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twists it and pulls on it, not hard, very gently.“nooooooooooo ……….. Oooooooohhhhhhhhh”It feels great but i must stop this. I am not that kind of woman. I struggle to get free. My heart pounds savagely. He is so strong that i know that i will. Yes, he was treating me terribly humiliatingly, but in truth it was allmy own fault. The only weird thing that kept going round in my head washow he kept on insisting I was a girl, yet surely he had seen that Iwasn't.I had no explanation to the bag of girl's clothes I had with me, I knowand I had stupidly told him my name was Rachel. Idiot, idiot that I am,what else could he have thought, I suppose, other than I was a girl.In my mind I decided that I would have to come clean, tell him I.