Then I saw a slight change in her expression as she realized that I had been staring at her. It’s not a mad look but more of a satisfied, appreciati...ng look that silently tells me she likes my attentions. I tear my gaze from her and look to Mr. Jones. Concerned that he had seen me ogling his wife, I was afraid I might lose my job or something. But he’s still fussing with the leaf blower and oblivious of his wife; or my attentions to her. How could any man just ignore such a sexy lady? Especially. Holding her legs, I carried her into the shower. I fumbled around a little and turned on the waterfall shower. It was very hot, intense and romantic between us. Kissing, touching intimately, moaning and water dripping down on us. We were at each other’s tongue for a very long time.I took my time to explore and feel every square millimeter of her mouth. We were taking our own sweet time, switching between different kissing styles. Our hugs became tighter, moans became hornier and bodies became. Ajit feer dhire dhire apna lund meri pussy me andar bahar karne laga, aur mere samne dekh kar smile dene laga, feer wo mere upar poora let gaya aur mere breasts side se daba kar meri pussy me lund andar bahar karte karte mujhe kisses dene laga, aur bolne laga, Gomi didi, maja aa raha hai, sahi me, umm aaaa,, aaa,, mai boli han han, kar le maje aur smile de kar use tight daba liya. Feer usne apni speed badhai aur fatafat apna lund meri pussy me dalne laga, Sumit bola dekh Rushi dekh, Gomi ke. ” “Okay, that doesn’t count. Here comes number thirty-six again.” I tensed myself for it and it felt like the wood was going right through my ass. I clenched and groaned, “Ah, thirty-six," although it was actually thirty-seven. “Thank you, ma’am.” She was breathing more heavily now. “Alright, you took that to my satisfaction. Go ahead, stand up, you may rub yourself.” I didn’t need any further encouragement. I got up and grabbed my own ass as if it might fall off, which was in fact how it felt..