I don?t think you?d want my cock just yet.? He pulled out the vibratorand placed it near her clit. ?Please oh please, I?m begging you don?t do this, I...?m notready for this, please!!? She bucked her hips up and started to cry. ?Shhh. Relax baby? That?s a good girl.? He said as shestopped struggling. ?You?re going to love this, I promise.? He stroked her clitand moved his fingers in tiny circles with the vibrator. He watched her faceand went alittle harder. ?Please? Ohhh no, p-p-pleease don?t.. It was still wet, and the dripping water made the blouse wet.It was a holiday for me. She placed her hand on my body, shook me and asked again, “Do you want milk?” I broke out of my trance, observing her sexy body.I found her blushing and smiling like a new bride. I calmly enquired her where dad and brother were. She replied, shyly smiling, that they had already left for work and college.It was one of our perfect days. I held her hand and immediately pulled her onto the bed. She fell with her. For the new readers, at first I introduce myself. I am Moni, late 40and 5’-7. I was born in a middle class Bangladeshi Muslim family and serving ina public organization. My whole life is lustful indeed. As I gained somepractical experience about sex at my childhood, I became a sex-maniac andwhenever I got chanceI tried to fuck any aged girls orwomen with many tricks without applying force or at least to peep the uncoveredboobs and pussies from hidden places when they change attires. I always. I unsnap your bra as you roll onto your back. I pull it away from your breasts which spill out onto your chest.They are beautiful, round, full, so inviting and exciting to me. Your nipples now stiffening in the air and from the excitement of me looking at them in the light.Your eyes are open wide as you wait for me to move.Many thoughts race through my mind. Hundreds of generations of patterning from my ancestors causes me to want to take your breasts and touch them, fondling, kissing and.