She adjusted her clothing and gave him a kiss and climbed out. Before closing the door she said, sounding a little tense, ‘I suppose you wish to fuc... me?’ Dick’s mind raced. She’d said that, not him. If he said the wrong thing he could be dead in the water. ‘Of course I do, please don’t feel I’m not interested in your beautiful body Ida but you have been calling the shots till now. I suggest this: you arrange for your mother to stay with your grandparents next Saturday night and you invite me. You do not have to thank her for these. Furthermore, before I make her apologize to you, she will now stand and finish disrobing in front of you, as you did, unsuspectingly for her, earlier. You may proceed, Prissy." She began to release her bra reluctantly as I hugged Stephie close to me so she'd stop squirming on my dick. Next she undid her garter belt from her stockings and slipped it off, then the stockings and shoes. We could see the hint of a trimmed triangle through the lace of her. He slipped out, and she hit the ground hard, her knees falling off his lap onto the floor. Then she felt him, blistering hot, splattering her cheeks like summer rain. She looked over her shoulder to see him come, his hairy chest slick with sweat, his face twisted red as he tugged at his staff, creamy ropes arcing through the air and landing with perfect aim onto her raised ass.He finished, sighing, rolling backward. The king was satisfied. She ran a hand along her thigh, feeling the sticky. “Hannah…” Sneha moaned.“And these milky thunderous thighs,” I moved my hand down and placed it on her knees. I slowly pushed her red nighty and placed my hand between her thighs.Sneha closed her thighs around my hand and squeezed them hard. My hand felt so warm in between.“How can I not lick them, Sneha? Tell me,” I called her by her name.I then positioned myself in front of her. I placed my other hand on her knees and spread her legs. I kissed her knees and slowly moved up, licking her.