”“I’m fine, aside from being ostracized by the entire community.” He continued walking. “I’m paying too much for this motel, but it’s th...e only way I can guarantee a little privacy. They won’t allow anyone up to my room without my prior consent.”“What about the police and the press?”“The cops can always get in, and reporters are renowned for skirting normal restrictions, but it works for the most part.”“How are your injuries? I never got a chance to ask.”“They’re healing, but they’re still sore,. I pushed my tongue in as far as I could. She moved her hand from the back of my head to her boobs and started to massage them. She moaned loudly. I shoved my tongue in further until I heard her squeal and knew I hit her G-spot. I moved my right hand to her clit and played with it. She started to moan more and more. I worked my tongue faster trying to cause her to orgasm. “OH GOOOOOOD! I’M CUMMING!” She erupted on my face. I slurped it up, but there was so much I was forced to pull back. The. And moved my palm over her kurta. Her kurta being of a very thin material, finally showed up, wat I was hoping for, my sister had removed her shameej and curiously enough was not wearing her bra. her nipples tightened up and rose. She was in deep sleep, but her body was reacting towards my touches. Slowly I went towards her legs. But before that, I wanted to feel her bare flesh. I knew tat wat I was doing was a sin, but the thought of a fully grown mature women lying before me without her bra. You are Chad. A slightly tall, light built, blond young man. Lately you have been questioning yourself, what you are and what you want to be. You imagined yourself living on the farm for the rest of your life. But you did not know how that would happen. There are moments you dream about restoring the farm. Leading the family. But a part of you wants to follow someone who could fix everything and make life easy for you. You were uncertain, and wished you had a male role model your trusted in.