I wanted to say no, because I was afraid that soon, I would be doing all of her chores, but I wanted to be nice and said sure. Week 3, I walked to her... house, and she greeted me in front of her house. She was looking nice. It looked like she was in her work clothes, because she had on a skirt that was pretty short, but not too short and a v-neck shirt, that showed off her cleavage. I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra, because her nipples were popping slightly out of her shirt. I did the. I told her to she spread herself on the bed and part her legs displaying her soft swollen pussy lips. I was planning to be gentle with these girls as they were not experienced, and had seen their husbands’ pricks only, and certainly not a 10-inch boner like mine. I entered meenakshi, slowly and gently, she was quite tight, and i had some difficulty getting my whole rod inside heras she simply lacked the depth. She squirmed as i shoved in gently. Finally i managed it. Then i started moving. He was not hard so I stroked till he was nice thick and round. I started working him for a few seconds till I heard the paper move. He peeked his head around the paper and our eyes meet. He gave me the look. Without saying anything I know what he wanted. I let go of his dick and crawled under the table. I grabbed what we called the knee pillow. Everyone thought it was for the dog, but it was for my mother and me. We spent a lot of time under here servicing my dad and brother. After put the. Her hand guides my stiff cock in to her warm moist velvet pussy. I feel her squeeze my meat as she wiggles and squirms on my pole. Her hands on the steering wheel accidently sound the horn. The netballers all turn to look at the truck. Two girls are still looking when the others turn back, one is my oldest sister Jill, the other is her best friend, Sam. The pleasure is incredible, the moist warmth, the soft rubbing sensation pleasuring my young hard rod and tightening nuts. We both breathe.