Now my next move was to touch your pepet it’s a local name for vagina by now I can see that you are totally mad on me and you have closed your eyes.... You are feeling sleepy may be because you have orgasms for the first time and I take this as a perfect opportunity and place my hand on your pepet from top of the skirt. The very moment you hold my hand tightly. I was little bit scared, but I don’t move my hand form pepet but slightly squeeze it on pepet. I can feel that your hand is loosened. Your. And perfect hourglass figure. She mostly wears sarees so her navel is easily exposed. I don’t know if she purposely exposes it or by accident. She’s a neighbor to my friend who lives three blocks away from my home. I go to his home more often that is when I found her. Her ass sways like a pendulum while she walks. So frequently going to my friends home made her talk to me. She was in her mid 30’s. Maybe she was 34 I’ve never asked her age. She has two little children. Her husband has some. I moved in a little closer and swirled his head around it pushing my throbbing little button into his oozing hole. Slightly moving back, a shiny string stretched from my hood to his pulsing man muscle. I turned around and reached under to guide him into my very soul. The head of his cock spread my lips wide and I pushed my pussy into his stiff member and slowly it forged its way deep into me. I could feel every throb, every pulse of his cock against the walls of my tightened entrance. I bent. The wetness must come from somewhere, it understands enough to know this is the little creature’s reproductive organ. But its mating tentacle is way oversized for this small orifice, and despite the welcoming warmth and wetness, an entrance to her body can’t be found there.Agnes clenches as tightly as she can when she feels tentacles touching her there, she remembers reading about women who can contract their vaginal muscles so hard they can only be penetrated if they allow it, and so she.