I will be outside watching and if you come out earlier, I'll be very disappointed. And you don't want o disappoint me. I may pop my head back in from ...now and again to see that you're not cheating. If I were you, I'd starting thinking of a good excuse to use if you get caught..." Then she smiled and left.i glanced at my watch, noted the time... and started to sweat. It was a long and worrying ten minutes but i got away with it - no-one came in, not even Mistress Pam. At the end of the time, i. She used to love me as much as she loves her son, Due to the recent interactions between us love for each other increased in a different manner,We used to steal glances of each other and play with our legs under the table when we were having dinner with her husband and her son beside us it felt more erotic. I have not wasted even a second when I was with her, I used to admire her hot body, navel and her breasts the most beautiful thing in her body. She used to wear a saree and that gave me a. She gasped loudly, and I felt her cunt get wetter. This was no damn baby oil. it was pure vaginal arousal!Confirming this, she went limp underneath me, and here she began to moan, softly at first, then increasing in sound. See, I know my little whore! She loves taking it rough!It wasn't long before she was loudly moaning and groaning in pleasure and total abandon. This happens every time: Sure, she'll start out reserved, but the need of her female body for deep, hard penetration by a stiff male. After that Moutusi often met Quashem, sometimes I accompanied her, sometimes she went alone. They gossiped or chitchatted together and I watched them from a far distance. Sometimes they exchanged kissing and Quashem hugged Moutusi in front of me and pressed Moutusi’s breasts. Those were fully new to me and I felt some extra sensation in my body. Thus time was passing. About one and half years later one day Moutusi told me that we are going to pass time at Quashem’s apartment. Quashem’s parents.