She was adjusting her saree; I could see her deep navel and those wonderful cleavage of hers. She noticed it and to my amusement winked at me. This ga...ve me more arousement and I instantly got a hard on. But I could not do much as there were others also in my house at that time. I was waiting for the right time to come. Within a few days, she again came to my house and lucky fellow I am my sis and parents had gone to our relative place. Since they had gone to attend a function, which is related. She blew me a kiss and at that, I hammered into the encore with that familiar fat sound. The band kicked in and we soared. Water She stared at the painting. He’d done her in oil, a classic pose. Those were good times, when they biked and enjoyed lazy afternoons at the ballpark watching their mediocre double A team. They’d met at a jazz concert and shared a heat that refused to fade. Outside, storm clouds gathered. She stared at the painting and a single tear escaped. He was coming home after. Just as I was convinced that any more of this would kill her, Darius gasped and started to breathe deeply. The small thrusts into her cervix became more exaggerated. He thrust in deep and held his cock hard at maximum depth in her uterus. The base of his cock started pulsing and he grunted as he came deep in her, filling her womb with his sperm and semen, setting Kate off on another extended round or orgasms.He stayed that way for some minutes as his seed pumped into her, enjoying the. ‘I think you know, James. Don’t you? Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talk-ing about, because I think you understand perfect-ly.’ She leaned up on her tiptoes, sliding her arms around the old man’s neck. Her dressing gown gaped in the front to show a tantalizing view of her perfect, milky white titties. James drew a deep breath. He didn’t know what had gotten into her that morning. He’d been work-ing for Heather’s family for thirty years, and had watched Heather grow up. Now the sultry,.