”Iwan’s home was a picture-book Welsh farmhouse: a squat, square building, lovingly kept. Built from local stone, the Welsh slate roof glistened i...n the rain. The cosy interior of exposed beams, wooden floors and rough plastered walls, was perfectly charming. The mismatched furniture looked antique and she particularly liked the scrubbed wooden dining table and polished Welsh dresser. In the fireplace was a wood-burning stove, a basket of logs beside it.“I’ll get that lit,” said Iwan. “Seems. He added a second and her moans continued. It wasn't long before he could feel her tighten around his fingers as they carried on sliding in and out of her. He felt her leg on his back keeping him there as she came, gripping his fingers so they didn't move within her but her leg ensuring that his tongue didn't move from her clit as her body continued to shake from her orgasm.As she caught her breath and her grip relaxed on his fingers he slowly withdrew them. Releasing himself from her leg he. I hated her, her daughters were brats. I had long since refused to attend her annual fourth of July party because there was nothing for me to do in a strange house an hour away there and therefore no reason to go.I rubbed my eyes sleepily, concealing my glee, “what time you gonna be back?”“You know everyone starts to leave shortly after dinner. We’ll probably stay a while longer, then head back around nine.”“Sounds good to me, can I go back to sleep now?” My mom rolled her eyes and walked. Main behosh hone ka naatak karne laga tab mami ghabra kar mere paas aayi aur meri dhadkane apne kaan seene se laga kar sunne lagi usi pal ka bahaana bana kar maine usno apni baahon me baandh liya aur apne seene se poori takat se bheech liya jaise hi wo chillane ko hui to maine apne hoth se unke hoth bhar liye aur choosne laga wo buri taraah se chatpata rahi thi mujhse chootne ki poori kosis kar rahi thi par main kahaan chodne waala tha maine apna haath unki nighty ke upar rakh diya aur unki.