Putting his right arm back around my neck he used his left hand to position his cock at my pussy entrance, kissing me again he gently pushed his rod u... into my tight cunt gently inching into me making me groan softly until his cock was as deep as he could get it. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to explode out of my chest has my b*o pulled back and slid back into me, holding my bum with his left hand he rocked me as he fucked my tight cunt every now and then squeezing my bum. Ramesh was so mesmerized by her beauty that he kept staring at her.Later, when she was washing clothes, she had her lehenga raised till her thighs and cleavage was visible which was making Ramesh go mad. He wanted to fuck her there itself which he somehow managed to control.He started being friendly with Keerthana. Keerthana also felt comfortable around Ramesh. But day by day, the sight of her assets was making Ramesh go mad and he wanted to fuck her.One day Keerthana came crying saying her. He is very talkative by nature and cue some good jokes on the different topics. I was very much impressed with his personality.As the time passed, his visit to our house became very regular, even after my husband's sister's family left back abroad. He started to visit atleast once a week on weekend and used to stay the whole day with us. He got so much intimate with my family, that every one, even my husband started to accept Akmez as one among of our closed ones.Everyday, once my children went. As gently as I could, I'd rolled her off me and lay there alongside of her, instantly drifting off again, vivid snippets of dreams jarring me up to consciousness, feverish bursts of color, a young girl's weeping, strained indecipherable words..."Fuck," I muttered aloud, flashing back to the one I'd just woken to, the fucker almost ruining me. I tossed my head again and stepped into the bathroom.The bathroom was thick with steam—I wiped a circle of mirror and yawned at my reflection. What a bent.