The idea of your filthy, globby sperm being anywhere near me, or my clothes, or my bed, or (yuck) touching me or (I can hardly say it) INSIDE me makes... me want to throw up. IF you have been trying hard to please me though, you can BEG for a little squeeze or a tiny touch; and IF you beg well enough and IF you are lucky and IF I feel sorry for you, I MIGHT give your tiny repulsive thing a few yucky yuck squeezes and sick-making rubs THROUGH your girly panties ~ just to keep your hopes up. Hope is. I feel the familiar build up in my stomach, I'm getting closer. I slow bit don't completely stop moving. If I don't I know I will cum, and I'm not ready yet. I'm not done with you. I want you filling me, I want your cock deep in me. I feel the familiar urge starting, I know I'm getting closer. I think you know it too, I can feel your breathing pick up against my lips. You slide two fingers swiftly into my pussy, I almost lose it. My thighs tremble but I'm able to control it. I grasp your. And the object of his thoughts whilst he did this, wasoften his mother. He had a thing for older women.He had a collection of pornomagazines which were mostly the ‘over 40’ type and even one or two entitled‘over 50’. And he just loved to ‘beat his meat’ whilst looking at nude raunchypictures of older women. Sometimes he would imagine his mother striking a poselike that of the pictures he would often look at perhaps a like lady on allfours on the floor showing her asshole and pussy and looking. Now my hands slowly went down and i removed her knot of the saree and put my palm on her panty.She just hugged me so tight due to her excitement, I was massaging her pussy over the panty and she was playing with my balls and my cock. I was trying to put my hand inside her panty but she held my hand and said no as she wanted me to explore her pussy for next time but i wasn’t ready for that now. I kissed her again on her lips and as soon as she removed her hand from there I inserted my hand in.