Rekha has a certain aversion to somebody touching her anus, which she has never explained to me, and I respect her privacy. I bent my knees, raising m... thighs, and spreading her legs a bit more. Using her asscheeks as handles, I pushed her pussy down to meet my cock as I thrust even deeper into her. The contact with her clit wasn’t as good using this position but the deeper penetration of my cock into her pussy made up for it. Rekha broke off the kissing and whispered to me how great my cock. “Oh Arun ooohhh” Mrs. Banerjee sighed. Just then i licked her lips. Mrs. Banerjee opened her mouth and we kissed passionately. Our tongues intertwined with each other. I could smell the beautiful aroma of coconut oil. It was driving me wild. We then began to kiss passionatley. Mrs. Banerjee hugged me tight and i began to lick her neck, her ears and her face. “oooh ma oooooh Arun” Mrs Banerjee sighed. I then turned her around and hugged her. I could feel her oily hair against me. Coconut oil was. Carlos ... here I am. I'm right here."But I couldn't see anything. And I couldn't tell where her voice was coming from."Carlos ... she needs your help. She's in pain. She needs you. Go to her." Jazz ... where are you? What's happening? Where are we?" I'm right here. I'm near you. I love you." Oh Jazz. I love you, too. How come I can't see you?" I don't know. I can't see you either. But I can feel you. I know you're there." Who should I go see? Who is 'she'?" I don't know. But I can feel her. "Stop hiding, Kenneth. Put that on and come out. I wish to talk with you some more."Kenneth looked at her for a moment, then stepped behind the armoire and donned the garment. The slick feel of the fabric felt strange against his skin - like it might slide off him at any moment. He belted it tightly and then moved back into the center of the room to face the woman he was coming to think of as the warden.*Remember,* Kenneth told himself, *losing your temper never works in situations like.