I absolutely love her teasing. That’s it, there is no way I’m not finding out how this ends. I’m convinced she’s interested; I’m convinced ...he’s horny too. As much as she might scold me if I pursue, I’m certain there will be an unenjoyable scolding if I don’t. I get up off the couch, my cock bounces a little, still poking out through my black boxers, and at this point, even the motion and brush against my shaft makes me clench and breath stiffen for a moment. Curiosity is no longer a concept. For the next 4 – 5 days I was alone with MIL. I started preparing the house for the fuck. As it was a corner kothi so privacy was no problem. I closed all the windows and doors, disconnected all landlines and kept all the mobile phone in the cupboards and locked them. It was 7 pm and MIL was preparing dinner for us. She was wearing a green sari with green blouse, petticoat, white bra, panty (which I tore later). I went and locked the main gate and switched off all the lights. I went to my. He had a circular, shaved head and tan skin. His hairy chest was sweating and looked hotter than ever. His slight pot belly went up and down as he inhaled and exhaled air. His thick, hairy thighs were covered with sun tan lotion. He put both of his arms behind his head and revealed his bushy armpits. I finally saw his big, suck-able cock hanging between his legs. I always knew Señor had a huge cock because he always had a huge bulge in Spanish class and ground his half chub against his podium.. I noticed that every time she moved her legs her little plaid skirt got higher and higher until finally I could see her white cotton undies.The situation was turning me on something fierce.Her white panties were snug enough against her firm womanly butt that they clearly showed her tiny crack outlined in a groove in the thin cotton.Soon enough my cock started to get hard. I considered leaving to my room to get some relief, but the mere idea started deflating my hard-on.Since I was behind her,.