She shifted uncomfortably, feeling a little chilled from the autumn air and trying to avoid a pebble that was digging into her leg through a hole in h...er jeans. Brushing her tawny hair out of her face, she stole a glance at her watch in the fading light. The dials pointed to a little after six. “Not long now...” she muttered.Slowly, ever so slowly, the colors faded from the sky as the sun descended into the western horizon. In the tangle of trees behind her, sloping down a quarter of a mile to. Rashid Khana 18 Grade officer living in Peshawar while I am settled in my native village along with my children and surrounded family members.My hubby comes after a week or two and fucks me once or twice and sometime he doesn’t which really hurts as you all know when one is addicted to anything then it hurts when you don’t receive that kind of a dozen but due to conservancy and showing my hubby that I am not sex addict I don’t let him know for my sexual desires and lust but like all married. There was no fear in her eyes, just anticipation.What we did next was beautiful. It was love and it was lust. She offered her youth and I gave her my experience. It was much as in the days of old earth when a man claimed his bride on the wedding bed.When it was over we were both drained."Okay folks, shows over, come greet your new sister."Mary was the first one down, followed by her sister concubines ... She was wearing a long black strap-on and it was wet."Who were you doing and why in heck. ..Yeeeessss!!" She moaned. Her breathing was frantic but as I drove into her relentlessly she kept demanding more. "Gawd I need this so bad! Never stop fucking me Jonathan!" Sweat was running down my forehead as I gave her all I could. I knew I was close. I wanted to fuck my gorgeous mother for hours but right now I needed to cum. Mom sensed it and she lowered her legs under my arms and pulled me towards her. I slowed to readjust, which bought me a few seconds. Our mouths met once more, but.