“But It’s not over yet” Vichu climbed on top of her sensual body and traced his tongue over her wet skin until his head rested between her smoot...h thighs. He put his hands upon her hips and looked her up and down, nodding in approval.“Beautiful” he whispered. Vichu lowered his head to Vanathi’s stomach and his mouth was suddenly upon her again, planting soft butterfly kisses upon her belly and navel. Then he moved his attentions down further toward her willing sex. Vanathi gave little moans of. I mentioned to Shawna that he had just lost his mom and we were in town for the funeral. She nodded and said, "That sucks." I lit a second joint and passed it to Shawna. She and I shared one and Angus shared his with April.I asked Shawna about herself and she said that she was taking a year off between graduating from Middlebury College in Vermont with a degree in international studies and would start grad school next year. She was planning to travel some and see the things she has been. I tried to hint that I wasn't really in the mood, but I gave up and let him go down on me. And as sucky as I felt, he did get me off; a little one."But then he got on top and started in riding me and it seemed to go on and on, and after we got past the point where I knew it was pointless, I just flat out yelled at him to stop - that I didn't want to do it any more."If that was all that happened, it would have been ok, I think. He would have just given it up as just one of those things. Like. I need the loo, I was so scared when my father told me to get on the footstool I was so scared that I was just pleased I didn’t wet myself there and then.I ask for permission to go to the loo and my father says yes. My grandpa stands up and grabbing my hand takes me upstairs to the bathroom. I sit down on the toilet, crying out in pain as I start to pee, my cunny still so sore. My grandpa stokes my hair as I pee, and his hand moves down and pushes my jumper up – roughly squeezing my puffy.