The room reeked with the smell of pussy. I took her even closer to an orgasm that night, and she almost woke up. The next morning, I saw her smell her... fingers, and she washed her face for a little longer than usual.The next night we talked about sex again, and she told me about these wild dreams she had been having, and how her nipples have been a bit more sensitive than usual, and how it may be time for her period. As luck would have it, she got her period that day. Not wanting to make a mess,. He really was going to have her, this babe of babes. He was going to have it all..."You are going to get nothing, boy! You are fucking dead! Do you hear me? Dead fucking meat!"What sort of language was that coming from a f******n-year-old? The door to Amber's little room was open, so Mitt peered in. His daughter was sitting cross-legged on the bed, loathing and contempt written on her face. Mitt could not make out the words coming out of the speaker, but it sounded like a boy's voice."Yeah? Ask. We became closer than ever. I started to call her sweetheart.She started to treat me as her husband. She never cared about her dress when we were in our room. She even changes saree in front of me with a blouse and petticoat on. It was her 45th birthday we celebrated her birthday. She was in a grand green saree. She asked me.Mom: Should we plan for a baby, Rahul?Me: Sweetheart, but you said no physical relationship.Mom: Yeah! I said that, but as a wife. I have to fulfill every need of my. ..O Yes, O Yes, O Yes..she had to get 6 or 7 streams of my juice in her mouth as she swallowed it all. Damm you had a lot of juice for me..Thank you and you taste great too. Your welcome and Thank you for that BJ. Mark I am not done with you yet because I need to test ride that meat in all my wholes. Are you ok with that? Sure, you want me to fuck your ass too? O YES, I save the best for last but must be easy with that tool in my ass. She strokes my clock with her hand as I start to get hard.