There were no children. Rehan spent the 1st month settling in, joining a new school and all the usual stuff. It was a boy’s only school run by nuns ...and was very strict. But not as strict as his Uncle. Rehan was expected home at 2:30, by 4 after a quick meal and short rest, Rehan was assigned homework to do and after dinner 8pm, could watch TV for 1 hour before bedtime.There was no social life, he rarely interacted with his new family, and his Mammi was hardly ever seen. At least in his own bed,. One of the few things that I respected about her was that she never gave up. Once I had truly beaten her she’d accept her role, but she always made me fight for it.She didn’t exactly hold back, either. I’d hold myself back out of medical necessity – if I were to hit her with a closed fist we’d probably be on our way to the emergency room, but she didn’t have that problem. She wasn’t play fighting, she was legitimately hoping that this time would be the one time when she’d finally put me in my. Mai turant neeche baith gya..Chal mere shocks utar aur talwe chat acche seMai ye sun ke ekdum hairan tha ye kya hai..But mere paas koi option nahi tha..Maine uske shocks utar ke talwe chatne laga..Lagbhag 10 mints tk chate fir yahi baki ki dono ladkiyon ke sath kiya.Fir moive khatm hone ko 5 mint bache the mai khush tha…Tabhi 2 ladkiyan jo mere left the peeche ke seat pe jake baith gaye..Aur mere right wali wahin baithn the aur mujhe uper baithne ko kaha.Fir achanak us ladki ne mere hanth pakad. "Please, yes." I held on for dear life, one arm wrapped around his torso and the other around his neck. Bob responded to my encouragement and drove his cock back into that tight little triangle of heaven between my thighs and pussy, holding me tight and lifting me off the floor with the power of his stroke. He was supporting me, but most of my weight was bearing down on the root of his cock and I felt my pussy open up under the pressure, exposing my clitoris.Ecstasy washed through me in a wave.