I had an open house prior to bringing my family to live in it. An open house was not really necessary but more of an offer to get better acquainted wi...hin the community.The house was built in a semi circle. The entire front of the house was glass from floor to ceiling. It was like walking past a store in a big shopping mall. Nothing was hidden and there was nowhere to hide unless you could fit in the cabinet under the kitchen sink. There were no interior doors and the interior walls were only. " I can't ... you know I can't," she whispered in a tone enough to wake the dead.From the neck up, she was saying no. Waist down, she was just waiting for it. My bold fingers were exploring just exactly how wet she was. It was like her legs had minds of their own, spreading to accommodate me even as her mouth tried to make a case against it.She was like a girl dog, wanting her belly rubbed. Showing you all she had to offer.Then she just grabbed me by the waist and pulled me over and down on top. The incident I am about to share with you happened while I was doing my 10th grade. My mom is a doctor and she used to work at a Christian missionary hospital in one of the small towns in the northern Kerala.Myself and my mom used to live in a quarters within the hospital premises and my dad who is an engineer was working in a far away city. He could visit us only once in a month since he was in charge of a govt. project at that time. I studied in a co-ed school and I was an above average. She giggled again. “Well, let’s get right to it, shall we?” She started to bounce and grind, while I pumped up powerful and furious. “Woah, slow down there buddy,” she said, and I stopped. “Just not so fast; take it nice, strong, and smooth. Not...Slow, but not quite so fast.” I nodded, embarrassed, and pushed up into her, careful and controlled but still powerful. “Yeaah, that’s the ticket,” she said, moaning. She groaned loudly, and per pussy started twitching around me. I pumped up again and.