I turned to see her. Her face took on an expression that I shall likely never forget and couldn’t adequately characterize. ‘Sweet Jesus in heaven!... Is that you, Richard?’ she said. ‘Uh—yes,’ I said. ‘You’re soaked. What are you . . . come in, come in before you catch your death,’ she said. She took my coat and went to get me some towels. Back, she helped dry me off as best she could. Five minutes later, I was seated at our old dinette table with a cup of too-hot-to-drink tea in front of me, and. I whipped the penis by swing nether area. It looked like that I was changed into shemale appearance.I rushed back to TV lounge. Madhu was still rubbing her pussy with great pleasure on the sofa. She didn’t see till I came close to her. Her eyes were closed. I kept the stiffen dick over the face of her. Madhu” I called her name. She opened her eyes and widened surprisingly.Wow, you are amazing, from where did you find? She sat on the sofa grabbing the dick with her both hand and started lick it. My dick was errect and waiting for attention. It was difficult for me to hide under my pants. It was clearly visible that it's hard and rock solid. I dint mind to hide it as well. She told she want to do some crunches and need my help. She later down on the mat and asked me to stand near her hips crossing legs. From that position she will do crunches and want me to pull her for support. I was exposing my hard dick although it was covered, whenever she lean forward her mouth use to almost hit my. I look at the back of her head - her mid-length chestnut hair falling straight and loose, resting on her soft, fair skin. Her body describing a smooth arc to the sheet that obscures her bottom half, just revealing a hint of her pert, round, peach of a backside. I extend my right hand to reveal a little more, fingers hooking under the sheet to slide it a few inches down her hip. She speaks. “Are you checking out my bum?” “Of course I am,” I croak back to her. “I made some tea for you, it’s.