Nothing to worry about," I said."I can give you a massage," he offered. I saw "desire" in his eyes. He probably saw it in mine, too.I stood up and bru...shed the thought aside. "I'm fine, thanks. This is nothing." I stood up and went to the living room. Sat on the sofa and picked up a box, opened it, just to diffuse the "heat" between us. The box had some of my old books and pictures. The next thing I knew, we were both looking at old pictures and sharing stories about my c***dhood.We were seated. "I said do it, you fucking slut!" Well, that's not a "magic word". But I guess it'll have to do. I bury my face in her hot wetness. My tongue slides into her pussy, and I hear a loud moan escaping her mouth. "Oh, fuck yes! Just like that, slut!" Looks like she is enjoying herself. I start with just my tongue, but I quickly add my fingers. I lick her pussy, suck her clit, and finger-fuck her. I alternate between different techniques, paces and angles of penetration. She is a screamer. Her. He would hit me on my buttocks and say hey Preeti gal,my dear. I would blush.One day he asked mom if he could take me out to some park. Mom said shedidn't mind if I didn't. So Rahall and I got ready one evening. Momasked me to wear a bright green churidar. She combed my hair into asingle braid. She applied lipstick, bindi, kajal and put some nice earhangings of gold color, bangles and a nice pearl necklace. I lookedgreat. Rahall also admired me a lot. Rahall wore a denim shirt andjeans. Mom. Emily had never kissed a boy before, and her eyes widened in shock as he pushed his tongue between her lips. That was one of the things the whore had taught Jack, and as he explored Emily’s mouth, then stroked her tongue with his own, he could see she was enjoying the sensation as much as he had. Lifting his feet from the water, he gently eased Emily onto her back, and cupped a hand around one of her boobies. Emily’s eyes flickered open again. This was moving far too fast, and if she let it go.