Fuck me, fuck me hard. Let me feel that gorgeous cock in my pussy.” Til stood up and took an ankle in each hand and lifted my ankles onto his s...oulders. Now my pussy was stretched wide open, waiting for his cock to fill it. I didn't have to wait long, as he leant forward and placed the tip at my opening, his knob nestling in the folds of my pussy lips. I pushed my hips up towards him but he pulled back slightly, just allowing his swollen knob to enter me. It felt amazing as he clenched his. I was kneading the single breast with my both hands. Sometimes I was holding her shoulder to get more energy to shove my penis with more strength, fuck fuck fuck pokk pokk pokkat pokkat sound produced from the friction with our pubic. I sometimes titillated the clitoris and she shouted in joy.I asked her “Bhabiji, how are you feeling?” She replied with a weak voice “inexpressible, fuck me dada, fuck harder.” I then rolled her body on her flank and raised her one leg towards the ceiling and sat. I ran straight to the shower and without even having to tell you, yes I had to relieve myself and I will not lie to you. It felt fucking fantastic. I thought of all the stuff that I wanted to do with her and then some.I walked out of the shower drying myself of and walked into the front area and there was Geetha and her Husband sitting on the couch. There I was totally naked in front of another man. I was looking straight at him and he couldn’t take his eyes of my cock. I know it shouldn’t have. I tried squeezing ever so gently as he pulled away from me, and I marveled at how I seemed to go from loose and receptive to extremely tight, like I could push him out of me with only a modest effort. I relaxed when I felt he had pulled out far enough, and he would push back into me. We were in rhythm, like before, except there was thrusting now. It didn’t scare me anymore. I knew I could control the rhythm. As we went faster, his strokes became shorter. He grabbed me by the pussy again, just.