I rotate my leg wider, opening as much as I can for you to give me everything you got.Your breathing turns into grunting, I don’t even know what sou...ds I am making anymore. I just hear you getting louder and louder, building towards a crescendo I can’t wait for. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck yes…” I breathlessly let out, my pitch getting higher and higher. You can probably tell just how close I am too.Finally, with one last hard thrust, you slam me into the wall and hold every last bit of your. She was a bit relaxed now and took off her scarf and threw it to the stool beside. I was surprised to see that she was wearing my stolen t-shirt.She: Please sit, I will get something to drink.Me: No, it is not necessary. Thank you.But she insisted to have some orange juice. I sat on the sofa and she went into the kitchen. I took the mangalsutra and kept it on the centre table.I checked around. There were some family photos hanging on the wall. One photo was specific. It was of her in a white. "Hot damn, girl, you guys finally did the deed!" No, not yet. He and Mom must have gotten me in here and undressed, and she probably told him he was a damned fool if he didn't stay with me -- so I woke up this morning and we were both in my bed -- gloriously sans apparel."Yes! I got up and danced around. "More! Tell!" We were probably pretty stinky after last night, so I dragged him into the shower. And I attacked him. The poor guy didn't know what hit him. I started getting us both off and we. I’m sure I could be sexier than that, but the thought of Stephen getting hard looking at it did make my pussy wet. “So if you took another photo of me, you would give it to Stephen and that would get him excited?” I enquired. He nodded, as I increased the pace on wanking his cock. “Do you want to give him another photo of me?” “Yes.” I gave his cock a playful slap – something else he loves if it’s not done too hard. This time it was a bit of a harder slap than usual – just to let him know that.