With one hand kneading her breasts. With the other, in a bold move, I pushed my middle finger in her vagina. She gasped, shivered and called, “Putta...aaa…yen madutha idhiyaaa?” (Puttaa…what are you doing?)She was slobbering wet, which fully explained her silent acceptance. I kept playing with her vagina, running my finger up and down her slit and gently manipulating her clit. As she relaxed a little I got between her thighs and opened them to gain full access to her.I commenced in-out moves with. My jaw dropped, first in horror and then in disgust. Justin did look like he had the crap beat out of him. One eye was swollen shut and bruised and he winced every time he pulled out of the nurse and pumped back in. I straightened up and stared at the wall in front of me. Questions flitted through my mind. How did Justin get beat up? Did he do it to himself or paid someone to do it? Then an evil, yet all too fitting idea appeared in my head. I brought out my cell phone and took a few pictures.. My wife is petite and really well built for her age, even after giving birth to 3 girls over the last 9 years. She had B cup breasts with small pink nipples, and she always kept her pussy nicely trimmed, so it formed a nice line towards her clit and those long pussy lips. Ashley looked at her mother, for what seemed like an awkwardly long time. I also kept on looking and this in turn helped my cock to get a bit wetter, and I could now hear the faint squishing of precum between my hand and my. Atthe end of the morning she felt satiated, warm and glowing deep inside. He looked deep into her eyes and slowly turned her over onto her stomach,she wanted one last orgasm and she knew that he wanted it too. Helubricated his phallus and proceeded to thrust his prick deep within herarse, the juices from their earlier passion easing the passage as heslipped his cock deep within her. Her cries of ecstasy thundering out ofher as she felt his slow fucking as it touched every nerve in her.