He lapped her ass again, rubbing his fingers over her tight asshole. Teasing her, taunting her. He dipped two of his fingers into her drooling pussy a...nd jammed them into her tight ass. Lisa grunted like a bitch in heat. “AAARRGGHH FUCK YOU BASTARD. That’s it. Shove your fingers into my dirty asshole. You love my nasty asshole don’t you motherfucker. Ohhh YEAH! Wiggle them around.. FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT you nasty bastard. FUCK MY ASS AND PUSSY.”Mike pulled out his fingers and jammed them into. Then she put a foot up on the bed, between my legs, her toes nestled against my erection. Peeling off the stocking while caressing my cock with her foot. It made me moan. She smiled as she repeated the process with her other foot. Then she stepped forward, pulling my head down to her white cotton panties. As my face got closer, I could see a damp spot where her panties disappeared between her legs. I could also smell the delicious scent of her sex. Her ‘cunny’ as she called it. “Do you like. I was embarrassed by the sheer size of my member. I thought it looked too monstrous. It looked almost like an artificial attachment on my small body. I almost hated my penis and its incredulous size.As I started my routine of stroking the length of it, I thought about Geeta. I had a nagging doubt that she had noticed my erection. It was too conspicuous to miss. My doubts were soon confirmed. I spied an eye through the small hole in the door, I was an expert in peeping, and I knew all the tricks. I helped her to stop crying and think about the future.After 2 days on Thursday, she smiled on me and said I agree for your proposal. I took her to the near temple and asked poojari for the time for our marriage. He told that our marriage will be solemnized on Sunday. We came to house and started working on the marriage. I told aunty we will get married in the presence of Uncle only. She agreed everything. We bought new marriage dresses and arranged poojari to come to the house for the marriage.