It echoed over and over again. "... listen to what I tell you to do... " Sarah was going to tell me what to do. There was no hinting. No sneaky sugges...tions. "You don't have to listen... " Sarah was going to tell me what to do, but she was leaving it up to me to decide if I wanted to listen. " ... tell you to do... " Someone was going to tell me what to do.It took a minute for the answer to resolve itself, but in the end there was really no question. By the time the shorts hit the floor, Betty. My hips bucked up ever so slightly, as I moved involuntarily with the movement of her hand. She finally flicked across my little button and I bit my lip hard to stop from screaming. She had gotten me so riled up and now it just felt soooo good. But that was all she gave me of that, instead moving down to my dripping little hole and putting two digits inside. Slowly and easily she moved them in and out,and my hips found the rhythm. She curled her finger and a tiny mewling sound burst from my. After about a day she called me to tell that they are going to a relative’s house for some function and as her children were sleeping there she came home alone at night, she called me when she came home. After about 11.00 pm I went to her house so that no one can see me going there, and locked the door. She told me ”Satish can you give me a massage, i am very tired”, I told ok and went behind her and started to massage her shouldersShe leaned back on the sofa after massaging for some time, I. My head arches in the ecstatic sensation of her vagina tightening around my cock."You're so warm inside me!" She screamed."Shhh... The others might hear." I said."That's okay, they're hung over-er-er-er" She kept bouncing on top of my cock like she was riding a horse.He motion changed into a somehow angled motion. I could reach for her breast again. "Faster." I whispered. She kept thrusting fast and I raised my hips to go in deeper inside her wet pussy.Her hands crawled on to my shoulders and.