"You best move on," Josh Miller said as the older woman came into the barn. "You," MIller said to the woman, "clean him up so's we can bury him." Woul...dn't touch him," the woman said, spitting to the side.The man backhanded her, knocking her off her feet, and I stepped up and took the gun out of his hands. He growled as I dumped out the pan and took the weapon off half-cock."I'll help you dig a grave," I told him as the woman got to her feet, wiping blood from her mouth. I handed her the long. I laid on her lap and started drinking her. I dont know how to do that, but she made me to drink with her movements and guiduing my head. It was a kind of sweet. I suck her nipples, circled with my tongue, she sometimes hugged me tightly that I could not breath. I drank her both breasts, she would kiss me, bite me till I finished both of hers. The I got up, she took my penis. But I stopped her, I touched her feet and caressed her knees, thighs and inner thighs and lifted her saree with. When the picture came on it showed Vivian dressed in a long, white satin robe. She smiled and waved. The picture panned out to show Sandy in a short, black see through nightie, naked underneath. She was sitting on the lap of her husband, Alan, who was naked and had his hands inside her nightie, playing with her slightly saggy medium sized breasts. I started getting a funny feeling in my tummy and a warm, tingling in my vagina. I removed my blouse and bra and began massaging my small, firm. Here I come with the second part of my story. Thanks for responses on my first story ‘Fucked My Society’s Bhabhi Part 1’. This is part 2 of my that story. So, if you have not read it please read it as you will know the full story.The intro I am from Ahmedabad. I am 6.1ft tall guy and normal looking. I have great energy which can satisfy any woman of any age. Now coming to the story, We went to our society and I parked my bike in our common parking area and started walking towards our.