... yessssssssss!" he hissed."Then," she continued with a harder jab, "how will you get it" -- and here she fucked him really hard- "if I am not in yo...ur house?" and in conclusion she rotated her cunt pulling his cock in all directions."You can be in my house. Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! You bitch! You whore! You slut!" shouted Thakur as his nails dug into the fleshy ass."But how?" pushed on Binita, holding her cunt away from him and leaning forward to the edge of a 'slip-out'."Marry -- uh- my- yaah-. Yeah, like that Christmas movie, only a lotuglier, over the hill and wrinkled. But you know what they say about theseold recluses. They're probably sitting on a fortune seeing as they don'tget out much. Though her place is old, it's far from run down. It'sactually quite well maintained. Which is what made her a prime target. Theonly time she did go out was on tuesdays. At seven sharp. She seems todoll herself up quite nicely. To the point that I don't recognize heranymore. But she has that same. There was hardly any traffic on the road, and we were well-hidden in the long grass. Only the horses and the crickets knew we were there. Sarah and I attended all of the U of I home football games. It was a good year for football, Dick Butkus was being hailed as a probable all-American football player, and it appeared the U of I football team might make it all the way to the Rose Bowl. Sarah and I cheered the ‘Fighting Illini’ until we were sometimes hoarse. Things became hectic on campus. Lauren smiled down at her daughter. “Well, you know how I’ve been seeing Peter for quite a while now. Well, Peter and I are going to get married and he’s coming to live with us.”Jimmy looked over at Peter, not in full comprehension, then looked back at his mother. Holly, always in a bright mood, simply asked, “But where’s Peter going to sleep, Mommy? We don’t have any more bedrooms. Is he going to share a room with Jimmy...”“What! No way!” interjected a horrified older brother.“ ... or is he.