“I knew from moment I hear you sing and play guitar in park, that you different from Ukar boys ... you be someone who help me with...”“That was ...YOU!” I interrupted her words, which caused her to smile back at me. “I saw you swaying to my songs near the park entrance ... by the maple tree. You were wearing a green blouse and a blue jean skirt! I looked for you when I finished playing, but you apparently left before I finished.”“Yes, that was me,” Viktoriya replied as we were able to move along. Maine 2 saal pehle hi graduation complete ki hai aur filhal is berojgaro se bhari duniya me ek berojgar hu aur naukri dhoodh rha hu ye khani abhi kuch din pehle ki hai mere pados me ek didi rehti hai wo mujhse shayad 3-4 saal badi hogi rang gora aur chuchiyan kamal ki jab bhi wo t-shirt pehnti thi body me uski sirf chuchiyon ke alawa kissi aur jagah nazar nahi jaati thi . Jaise me berojgar tha waise wo bhi thi wo shayad government exams ki preparation kar rhi thi. Ek chiz kharab thi uske nature. She would have ways of fooling me into thinking the relationship was on a more equal footing, that she cared about me like I did her. But her real stance, I can see now, still shined through. She would make demeaning comments here and there but cover them up in nice language. She was always demanding and I never challenged it. There was never any sex. We only went out for 9 months, so it didn’t seem overly peculiar. While she wouldn’t have sex, she did like to go in my pants to play with my. Ze vroeg met een diepe, zwoele stem: "Please, shove it in". Hoe kon ik dat weigeren? Dus ik ging tussen haar benen zitten, positie missionair, en drukte mijn eikel langzaam in haar anus. Het eerste stukje ging moeizaam, maar daarna schoof ik de hele lengte probleemloos in haar gaatje. Het was warm, heet bijna, en erg strak. Ik ging half op haar liggen, half steunend op mijn handen, haar stijve pik ingeklemd tussen onze buiken, en begon neukbewegingen te maken. Ze reikte haar hoofd omhoog, haar.