She was still crying and said “yes I’m fine, please go back to your room”. I said ok, and then left as I didn’t know what to do. He soon left... and mom was in my room asking me not to tell my dad that a man had come over today. As he would be very mad if he found out. I promised her I would not say anything. If my mom was afraid my dad would find out she went about her activities I could not tell because the post man came over every day for lunch and I heard them fucking all the time. I would. Giving me a few more preparatory pumps, she aims me and lowers herself. Frankie had a "drooling pussy". She would get so turned on her vagina would literally leak fluid, oozing it. She lowered herself, allowing me to enter her with no friction, no contest, just a smooth, slippery entrance. She began to Rock up and down. I laid back and enjoyed the ride. She arched her back and gave her pelvis that forward rocking motion, for a little extra sensation.It felt amazing, this was the first time I. It made the perfect place to spread out work.He segregated the table into two sections, one for each victim. The files were open, pictures taken out of the manila envelope and placed next to the files. His notes were taken out and put off to the side. He had bought a large cork board and had leaned it against the wall, he now took it and put it up on two chairs, setting his brief case against the bottom so that it wouldn't slip over. On the board he pinned a picture of each girl, the pictures. I couldn’t get my eyes off her exposed waist in the cream color saree she was wearing.My son’s wife was quite pale compared to our wheatish color (my son and myself). Her boobs were small but perfectly shaped like raw mangoes. Her thick dark hair was hanging on the right shoulder, reaching her waist, covered by her saree pallu.As they came closer, I gave a handshake to my son. He moved forward and gave me a hug and next second, my DIL came and hugged me with her cheek touching my left cheek. It.