But bad. An' "Princess", here..." She paused. "Awwww, I can't say that. She was good. She watched the money better than I'd have expected. Had to MAKE... her get stuff."Cindy was rifling through the bags. Every ten seconds was punctuated with "LOOK!" and a squeal.I smiled. And then she hauled out a dark green sweater. "Tell me you didn't get a dark green sweater," I said."Why?" she asked, her face dropping. "You don't like it?" No, little red-headed child. Not in the least. It's just that dark. Driving his tongue in her, swirling his tongue around her clit, taking it between his lips, sucking on her, licking her, pleasing her. Making her push his head harder into her as she grinds her hips harder against his mouth Making him eat her the way she wants. "that's it baby.. right there, oooohh yes.. right there baby". Making her feel the way she wants. "Lick that pussy, show me how bad you want it". "Oh yes." "Faster" "oh right there, don't stop." SHe clamps her thighs around his head and. I love her boobs and always liked gawking at Beena. I didn’t have any problem with her and she didn’t seem to have any problem with me either.This one day it was a mid-afternoon and my mom-in-law was feeling a bit low because of the heat. I had my lunch and headed home after seeing my son. Mom in law wanted to deliver a couple of receipts to people in the building since she was an office bearer in the society. I offered to help. I bid them goodbye and told her I would deliver and leave.Beena. My cock was being cooked in her pussy oven like a hotdog. I didn’t mind at all. We settled into a nice slow stroke that ranged from the head of my cock kissing her clit to my balls trying to crawl inside her love tunnel with my cock. I liked it a lot but she seemed to enjoy it even more. She thanked God for giving me to her, my parents for creating me, and me for being the best lover that she had ever had. I was pretty sure that a woman that beautiful had better men than me making love to her.