Now understand, there are too many different kinds of women to ever list all the possibilities and what-ifs, but in general, it's all about being in t...he mood. Not your mood Mister, hers, which means a night of dinner, dancing, kissing, and all the good stuff that gets her really hot. She does not get them very often so showing her a good time always turns up the 'wet' quotient.'Wet' quotient should be high. Take your time. Foreplay. Kissing. Candles. Mmm candles... oh sorry, umm... oh yeah,. In few minutes, I realized the old lady was pretty sick. These two girls were relentlessly trying to make her comfortable. The lady obviously was peevish to them. She was scolding them for no reason.The girl next to me was reasonably annoyed. She smiled at me and exclaimed, that was her grandma, who was sick. She introduced herself as’Rathna the other girl was her elder sis’ Swapna’. I said my name likewise. The lady was upset to Rathna for talking to a strange man. In the dim light, I could. Kneeling on the bed, he hooked my legs over his shoulders and slid his throbbing shaft inside my sopping wet hole. Inch by inch he slid it further and further inside me until his hairy balls rested against my ass. After giving my body a moment to get use to having him inside me, he started moving slowly. Leaning forward he took my painfully erect nipples between his teeth, nibbling on them gently, stretching them as his tongue flicked across them and swirled around the. I moaned in pleasure as. Peter you know the procedure now; go fetch your glass and you know what you must do! I instructed him. Sure enough he turned and trotted off to the kitchen, returning after a short while with a large wine glass and standing in front of Liz he positioned the glass at the end of his cock and with his other hand he began to wank himself off. As he did so he would comment on where he wanted the flying spunk to land on Liz so his conversation went like this; I would stand this close to you my horny.