The stars were coming out, the night was cooling and he had the most beautiful creature he could imagine in his hands. He did not want to rush this fe...ling. Truth was… he needed to be inside of Sam at least as much as she needed him. He varied his pressure sliding her up and down rubbing his cock against her roughness then past her pubis to the contrast of her velvety folds. As Sam varied her angle they found the magic. He pulled her down onto his throbbing cock, doing a little wiggle of his. The fact that the pictures had changed, that he had noticed. That Mary wore pink and frills, that Evelyn was always in the background was missed. That Mary looked tired as the week drifted on, that she smoked more and more...He slept on in his drug induced stupor. Tended to by a wife who was intent on recreating him and a woman who was intent on replacing him. Gradually the world in which he lived was changing around him. Items and familiar objects were fading from view and being replaced with. .I wanted to check her pussy status so gently got my one hand near her panty and to my delight her panty was soaking with her juices…and I wanted to take her more in to wilderness so started sucking her boob and she kept moaning louder ” bus Karo Manu get inside me” and I was like itna Jaldi nai …She jumped on me with her thighs and hips around my waist and my face between her boobs now.. Full stretched hips .. Me tapping her ass and ass crack.. “Manu take me to bed and fuck me pls “and I was. I take no responsibility for what happened to my mother. I never would have done it if not for being entrapped by Jaz and his fucking stories. See once I read one, I could not help it, I kept searching for more. I know it sounds weird but I got to know this guy and some of what he said started to make sense to me. I mean, was it wrong... sure. But not a-l-l of it was wrong. Thing is, as sick as his stories were I coulfd have probably wanked off, and moved on. No harm, no fuck. The problem was.