Even my hand stung. I didn’t mean to slap her ass that hard, but all it seemed to do was drive her crazy. I get down on my knees behind her with my ...heart racing, and my hands shaking from excitement. I place my open hands on the pale, white skin of her ass, and I use my thumbs to pry her apart at the base of her cheeks. Her pussy is glistening, and a small pearl of her arousal dangles like a tear drop between her lips. With my outstretched tongue, I lap it up and lick her in one long slow and. I used the opportunity to work a little later before going home and cooking my own dinner, unsure what time Jenny would be returning. She appeared back by taxi in the early evening bearing a number of shopping bags."What have you been buying now?" I groaned."I'll show you later," she replied mysteriously."Are you hungry?" No, I bought a snack in town."We watched a film on the television and then retired to bed. I went into the bathroom to wash and clean my teeth before entering the bedroom. The. (My voice got lower and lower as I spoke.)Me: Beena, did you know that I followed you that day to the teacher’s washroom and I cummed on your panty? Did you know that I was enjoying every second alone with you?My Kerala milf teacher blushed and her hips started to move in a similar way when a woman’s pussy gets pleasured by a cock. My pinky finger touched her pussy through the nightie. And played along the length of her pussy lips.Beena moved the chair back and stood up. She turned away from. Amina motioned me to sit down, and then, using her best (very broken!)French she managed to relate to me the reason why I had, at forty two,managed to marry her sister, an extremely beautiful twenty four year oldArab girl. The cause of the argument was that Hafida had confided in Amina and hadtold her that she had married me solely to get out of Morocco, and get aEuropean passport. She intended to leave me and find a nice young Arab guyonce she had obtained said passport. Amina, apparently,.