Pehle toh maine. Uski gardan par ghumain baraf fir maine uske boobs par voh bht jayda moan kar rahi thi. Baby don’t tease me please fuck me lekin ma...in apni marzi chla raha tha. Fir thodi der badh mein uski choot ke pass aa gya toh uske inner thighs par rubb karne lag gya ice aur chut ke sath ungliyon se khel raha tha na and daal raha tha na puri bahar bilkul halki se andr daal kar hila raha tha uski vajha se voh pagal ho gayi thi.Itne mein mera bhi khada ho gya tha firse. Toh maine ussay kaha. ----Billy started unloading his cum and by the third spurt, Etta wailed and shook like a wobbly vane in a windstorm as she ejected her own. He stayed inside her for a moment until their tongues finished fucking, and then he pulled his cooked meat out, removed his fingers from the crack of her ass, and rolled onto his back to lie beside her.They said nothing and soon were fast asleep.----Etta’s eyes opened at sunrise and she noticed right away that Billy must have been having a good dream. Her shorts were now pulled down and her right hand was on her fanny, a single finger disappearing inside. I thought he’d come in his trousers right there. (I nearly did too.) He asked me if I had any more. I risked everything. I told him I had but I also said I had a video we shot on holiday in the west of Ireland. We’d rented a cottage in the middle of nowhere and one afternoon after a long lunch we shot a video with Helen striping off gradually and then wanking me off in the front garden of. It wasn't as bad as I first imagined, she had killed her husband in self-defence when he was attacking her after returning from the pub. This seemed to be a hobby of James Martindale, using his wife Violet as a punch bag. She said in her defence that he attacked her and she grabbed a knife and drove it through his heart after taunting her to do it. The prosecution put up a case that she had told a friend she was going to kill him and lay in wait until he came home, and then she stabbed him..