Usne isare me bola andar aa jao. Me beth gaya, dur se mere dosto ne muje best luck bola. Meri gand fat rahi thi ke sali ye kaha le jaegi, kya kkaregi,... police wali to nahi hogi na etc etc me soch raha tha…. Usne kuch bhi nahi bola raste me, thodi der me uska ghar aa gaya.. Wo andar le gayi aur boli jao samne wale room me beth jao.Me beth gay, yaro wo kamal ki khubasurat aunty thi, uski age 28 sal hogi. Figure 34-30-36 tha…. Aur ek dum white thi… Uska ghar bhi rich people jesa tha.. Uska room. He replied with, ‘who says I’m not a wrestler?’ I was kind of confused by his last question, but I didn’t have much time to react before he ran at me and threw me onto the bed. I was in compression shorts and he was in his jockstrap. He pinned me on the bed with his bare ass straddling my chest. We began wrestling around and we both started to bulge. I grabbed his bulge and open ass as much as I could without being too obvious, and I felt like he might even be doing the same. Being much. Seemed that all I had really was clothes that made me out to be a slut and he wanted me dressed like this. We were driving toward the river and I thought it was to watch the sunset. There was to be a full moon that nite he told me and he wanted to enjoy the night. When he made what I thought was a wrong turn he said he could always turn around and within a few more yards he was pulling up to a house I didnt recognize. He was from a nearby town originally although he had a lot of friends here he. 'I'm defenseless, Ican't even touch myself.' The though of how much she'd given up alreadyand how she would soon be a machine increased her arousal. She focusedon the feeling she had left in her body. She bucked her pelvis hardagainst the table and felt her breasts jiggle. She desperately wanted tohold Trisha again in her arms to touch her breasts again, to fingerherself one last time. but she never would again. This thought keptgoing around and around in her head and somehow her arousal.