After that incident I fanaticized her so many times. Sometimes I tried to talk to her but didn’t get any chance. One day I saw her on the roof cryin...g. But I couldn’t ask her the reason, after some days I and my family went to attend a wedding. She was also there with her family. I saw her alone standing at a place. There was nobody around her. I went to her, wished her greetings. She smiled at me. She was wearing a beautiful lehnga and looking like a bride ready to get laid. Her choli was so. "Oh no", he says, sliding his hands down between her legs, touching the inside of her heavy thighs, pushing them apart, "a slut never keeps her legs together."She bites her lower lipHis hand slides back up between her legs, feeling the dampness... the hardened clit.He rubs against it, causing her to whimper. His warm hands... the cold air... the urgency growing in her.She just wants to sit down.He smiles ever so sweetly and asks if there is a problem.Closing her eyes, she whispers "no".But he. He grinned as she squirmed, her movements only adding to the pain of her stretched cunt. The princess sobbed, her virginity was stolen by her father and his filthy peasant lover was raping her poor arse. When victor tired of fingering the girls rear he ripped his fingers out roughly and shoved them in the girls mouth so she could taste herself as he pushed his large erection into her sore arse. Her father held her hips in place so she couldnt pull away, forcing her young body to take two thick. She said, "Does that mean yes?"I nodded yes. "Yeah. Okay."She led me toward a small Chinese place two blocks away. She made some cheery comments, but my response was sluggish and absent-minded. She kept glancing at me, puzzled at first, then more guardedly. In the restaurant we sat by a window, as usual, and scanned the menu. Making her choice early she set her menu aside, but I buried my face in mine, unable to concentrate and, partially, avoiding her. After a long moment at the table I.