Her name was Libin, and the other one was Janya. Ramesh giggled as he realized they were getting friendlier.“Deal! If you take off Janya’s underwe...ar for her,” Ramesh said as Libini unzipped him.Libni sucked him like a pro. The fact that he would pay for their clothes was enough for her to suck him dry. Naked and wet, Janya watched Libni take him warm juices in her mouth.Meanwhile, Velamma was done with her shopping and was searching for Ramesh. She was happy when she spotted Ramesh walking. He stopped her suddenly and pulled his cock from her now swollen lips, her breath husky with fear and arousal. He ordered her to lay on her back and fear started to overwhelm any arousal she felt, he was going to rape her! She cooperated, as anything was better than being stabbed, and as she was on her back the man pulled her dress up to her neck...exposing everything. Her large breasts were perky for their size, and two dark pink nipples pebbled in the cool air. She had shaved recently, her. Again, she wantonly whispered, “Mister, you started this and now it’s your turn! I told you that I wanted to eat your meat and drink your cream! I’m going to give you a cock-sucking you’ll remember to your dying day!” That grown-up little-girl of mine took charge. She instructed me to take her place on the table. She had me to lean back into a semi-reclining position. She moved her chair between my legs. Then she began.Not once in my ten-year marriage to that girl’s mother had she sucked. Whatever the problem was it must be serious. She was flustered and her eyes were red as if she had been crying. I followed her down the hallway – trying to ignore the faint but persistent smell of cats that always hung around her house. Betty had never been what you would call “houseproud” – she vacuumed rarely and dusted less and the place was cluttered with unopened junk-mail, dirty cups and saucers, clothes awaiting ironing – all manner of stuff. She might be a pillar of the church but she.