Mr Dawkins paused to shout a greeting, "Morning Joanne,filthy weather eh?"John automatically responded, "It certainly is, Robert. You look afteryourse...f."Moving on to the drive, John realised that Mr. Dawkins had died 5 yearssgo and he hadn't known his first name. Furthermore he had called him'Joanne'. In a way that was a relief that be hadn't been exposed as somecross dressing wierdo but what on earth was goin on?After a few steps down the drive, John turned to look back at the houseand. “Shit, he usually isn’t home that early,” my Justin said. We both quickly fixed our messy hair and made sure our clothes were neat before his Dad walked in. His Dad looked a little surprised to see me in his house, but didn’t ask any questions. He went upstairs, but we couldn’t really do much since he was home.Still horny, we watched more of the show we picked out and got a little flirtatious. My boyfriend’s dog walked over and he started scratching her head, then he scratched my thigh a little. I heard her moan and realized I was making her moan. Then before I realized what I was doing, I took my left hand and using my finger, I separated her pussy lips. I took my index finger and put it against the opening to her cunt. After the next slap to her ass, I inserted my finger all the way in. Oh, she was so moist and I knew she wanted this as much as I did. "It's about time", I heard her say. When I heard that, I was so startled that I pulled my finger out. She stood up and turned around. I lifter her on my hands and sticker to wall and she was holding her legs around my waste. I started to kick her from down and due to her weight my dick is going very deep inside her pussy.She was enjoying it, she was moaning ans saying ” tammudu dengara ne akkani- bro fuck your sis”Her vulgar words drawn me even crazy and I was fucking her pussy even hard and hard.We came at the same time and really it was exhausting.Our bodies where full of sweat and we are still hugging each other and.