I tongued her pussy till she came, before sticking my cock in her. It wasn’t often that I had sex in the afternoon. Afterwards we lay there for a wh...ile talking about her trip and her plans. She mentioned that her stuff would arrive in a couple of days and would keep her busy. She had gotten the name of a couple of ad agencies that would be interested in her modeling, and would see them when she got settled in. The first thing that came into my mind was Marlene’s boyfriend doing ads. I mentioned. And he didn't know that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the doggie posture, like a true bitch. Both Mom and son had sex on their minds when the doorbell rang. It was Binu, her younger son. Manya rose to open the door and once again Deen got the prize view of her ass, rolling alongwith his mother's step, with each cheek rubbing sexily against the other, with the whole movement clearly discernible through the semi transparent saree. Binu gave his freshly ****ed Mom a big hug as soon. With all the reserve he could muster, he said, ‘I’ll be in the Library. No one, I mean no one is to enter.’ For the next two hours, Charles read every one of his letters he had send Kathleen from the trenches. Her locket was also part of the package, the one she gave him as he left the last time. He wrapped its chain around his fingers as he read each word. As he read, a flood of memories came pouring over him. Feelings about how he felt and how different his life would have been crowded his. Making out. On a sunbed. Right there on the deck. Right there in front of me. I got a brief glimpse of one of their faces and had never seen it before in my life. She was tiny. Like, really tiny - almost sickly skinny but with decent sized breasts for her size - probably B cups. All the fingers on her right hand other than her thumb were buried in the pussy of the other girl - much larger, but probably average sized by comparison, and thin in all the right places with a truly spectacular arse.