Both knew that speaking would only mean having to talk about them.Helen felt her husband roll away from her and a moment later felt his shoulders star...t to shake. She realized that he was once again sobbing. She rolled toward him, scooted close to his back. She placed a hand on his shoulder before leaning down and to whisper in his ear.“We’ll get through this,” she whispered, trying to comfort the man of God.“I have not only sinned against God, but I’ve sinned against you and our. And I nodded my head vigoursly in agreement.”Want to taste it?” she asked me next.I didnt think this question deserved an answer. I simply grabbed both her buttocks, pulled her nearer to me, and started implanting burning kissis on that lovely vulva. She moaned in pleasure, and collapsed on the sofa, spreading her milky white heavy thighs wide. I dived with my mouth for that juicy love mound, licked, sucked, and sank my tongue all the way in, when suddenly her cream came flooding out.I tried to. “They’re the perfect size for binding.” she breathed as she caught my extended points between her fingers and squeezed gently before pulling me towards her by my nipples alone. Streams of electricity shot straight from my sensitised points to my aching quim, making me moan.“Do you like that?” I could only nod and moan. She wriggled to the very edge of the bed, making her skirt bunch up and I looked down to see the only fabric under her skirt was the lacy tops of her stay – up stockings.“Oh. She also learned how to get titfucked, it could be done while Punjun studied and he claimed that it actually helped him to concentrate.She stopped calling Ishwar and took her sweet time answering whenever he called. She usually answered while Punjun’s cock was buried in her pussy and pretended to moan for Ishwar Lal.The landlady planned to get caught being fucked by her daughter, her theory being she would get turned on and join her mother. Urmila was very doubtful, she thought this would be.