Dad made no comment that he was ready for church after having said that he wouldn’t go. They sat together, and Marilyn, whatever her arguments the p...revious night, sat with her parents. He and Dad got through the line before the Grants, and he stayed behind to see them. Dad walked down the steps but waited on the sidewalk.“Mr. Grant. I’m Andy Trainor,” he said when Marilyn and her parents had gone through the line. Mr. Grant sort of acknowledged that he knew who he was.“There were really two. His mom's cunt; his lovely mom's pussy, his daddy had pumped the meat into it, and now he was caressing the fantastic snatch himself. He was feeling up his mother's pussy, and it felt like satin, silk, all downy and cottony, all hot and tickly.Glynn nudged his cockhead over so that it touched her thigh, and another flash of erotic pleasure shot through him at the contact. She was so warm, so ripely shaped, and he moved his prick up and down the full perfection of her thigh, from hip to the. Conservative in a peculiarly urban-middle class-Indian way, they perfectly encapsulated the struggle for India’s soul. It was perfectly normal for them to, for example, have a best friend belonging to a different religion/caste… but the idea of an inter-caste marriage was still something of a culture shock. This pseudo-conservatism extended in particular to their daughter’s love life. While she was allowed, even encouraged to wear modern clothes and watch Western movies/tv shows, the idea that. I wanted him badly.I moaned with excitement which gave him the acknowledgement he was looking for. He rammed his cock in my ass, squeezing my breast with one hand and rubbing my already wet pussy with the other. He kept twisting my nipple and firmly clutching my breast with his fingers. I grabbed his balls with my hand and gently squeezed and massaged them. He pounded me with that hard throbbing cock and rubbed my pussy with his other free hand until I began to cum. I released a stream of wet.