He used to cook food for her as she was not well. He even had brought some magazines for her from the market for her reading and Shalini was getting a...ttracted towards him gradually. She used to watch him daily just in his jeans chopping wood, working in his small vegetable field and adore him.One night she heard some sound and her eyes got open. She looked here and there. The lantern was dim but she could see that Aditya was breathing hard; he was literally panting and was squeezing his tool. “Strip for me,” I say. “Slowly.” Soft music is already playing. In time to the slowbeat, you sway backand forth, turn and begin to undo the buttons of yourblouse. They comeopen one at a time until the two halves fall apart. As oustart to remove it,tell you to leave it on–for now. You continue to gyrate before me, unzip your jeansand push themslowly to the floor. You step out of them. You slip out ofyourpanties. Yourpubic hair beckons from the. So I took her to her room one day and forced her shirt off and played with her boobs, boy they were awesome. I should have forced her pants off too, would have banged and banged and banged that all fucking day and night. She didn't deserve my dick anyway though. I have two sisters by the way. One is younger than the other and I am older than both of them. I care not for the youngest one even though she is of age. It just occurred to me that having them both at the same time would be so hot. " She buried her head in his chest and started bawling. Randy rubbed her back, wondering why women cried when they should be happy. It was just ... perplexing.Bernice sniffled and blubbered against his chest for several minutes, making it wet with tears -- and snot, probably, too, he figured. Then she seemed to get a grip and looked up at him (and he KNEW there was snot on him) and said, "I want you in me -- please?"Randy, who had been pretty distracted by all the bawling, muttered, "I'm.