She is so wet, her pussy is cleansing the oil from her labors off of him, mixing into a strange solution as seen on his legs. He is close to cumming a...nd she can sense it. She pulls herself up to sitting, flips his legs over behind her ass, and begins to sit on top of his cock, while he lays stunned and gazes at her. Never before has any woman moved so fluidly, and with such fucking grace, from one position to the next, he wonders where he will finally fuck her. And then he can see, she is. Did every man have their own flavor? What was the cause? Ah hell, where does he go from here?"Give me just a bit girl. I'll be ready soon," Mark said with a grin. "You can start without us." Hmm."Susan thought it over for an entire five seconds. Quickly she got off her knees and went into the bathroom, shoving the door fully open. In the bedroom, the light caused groans from the men on the bed."Move over," Susan said, shoving her way into the bed.She fluffed up pillows and arranged them till. Jenny retired to bed early and both kids were subdued and quiet. They did insist that I read day three, and Morgana took the time to ask me how many days of stories there were. "Well, some call it the Thousand and One Nights, but there are a few missing," I replied. "Supposedly Scherezade took a few days away to give birth secretly, you see."Morgana laughed at this, and then settled into my lap to listen. Once again I found myself in a family-painting moment and regretting that Jenny had. One day while I was at home watching TV I saw Namrata sweeping the floor . She was wearing a deep neck T-shirt with no bra. I could clearly see her melons when she bent down. First i tried to steal glances but then I thought what do I care. If she is showing it then what is the harm enjoying the view. She saw me watching her but didn’t say anything. This show became a regular routine and I was enjoying every part of it.On one Monday Namrata called me to her room she was standing on a ladder.