“Hey…” I said. “What!?” There was a pause. “What,” she said, “is you’re a neglectful shit-brain. You promise me we’ll hang out aga...in, and you don’t answer my texts. ‘It’s okay, Anjali, you’re such a special person. Your Mom just doesn’t realize it.’” She pointed a finger at me. “Bullshit. You just wanted to have sex with me. You’re a shithead male stereotype, do you know that? Well, guess what? Two can play at the game you’re playing. How old are you, anyway?” “Nineteen. What does that matter,. .where she worked on her sophomore year Geometry homework. Only now she was working on a slightly different set of angles. The parallels couldn't be missed.She moaned again as her entire body quaked when she felt him began to pull out a little and then push in a little.Her father was fucking her without a condom on the floor. Her father was fucking her pussy. Her dad. No...her Daddy."Mmmm, Daddddddddy," she moaned, as her brain began to realize the role she wanted to play for him for the rest. 45 ho gaye the mai ne mam se kaha ki mam jara jaldi karo to mam ne kaha q ghar per biwi wait kar rahi hai kya to mai ne kaha ki meri shadi nahi hui hai to o has padi our kehane lagi k tumne ab tak Shadi nahi ki to mai ne kaha ha nahi ki .O cd me ka software dekh rahi thi our mai use dekh raha kya badan tha dosto ma kasam us ne nighty pehan rakhi thi o chair per baithi thi to pichese uski nicker najar aa rahi thi mere andaj se kam kam size 32inch tak hogi aisa lag raha tha puch mat mai use puri. I’m going to fist you to heaven......” Suz came twice as I worked her over with three fingers. The second time there was a small squirt. I varied my delving – slow and steady and then short staccato bursts. Sometimes I would angle my fingers slightly upwards, other times I churned them vigorously. When I could withdraw three fingers completely and insert them straight back in, I upped the ante, and squeezed my fourth finger in. Suz threw her head back when she saw and felt my pinkie finger slip.