But now he was sadly a shadow of his former self. But, most importantly, his character wasn’t broken.The funereal finished and it suddenly became a ...eet and greet frenzy. Yannick guided me from relative to relative introducing me. Their English was broken but the pleasantries were understood. It would have been a pleasure if it wasn’t for the fact that it was a funeral and not the mention the searing heat. I must have kissed a hundred sweaty faces.Eventually, we made it back to the carpark and. She was now screaming and asking me to go slow.Kavya: Please Abhinav ji, aaram se. Aaaaahhh. Aaram se. Please go slow. Aaaaahhhh. Aaaaaahhh. YesssssI was now completely inside her and she moaned: “OOOOOOOO Maaaaaa, marrrrr gayiiiiiiiiiiiiii main to”She wrapped her legs around my waist and I started my movement with slow jerks. She was enjoying the movements and matching my rhythms by moving her buts upside down. I was holding her boobs while fucking and she was scratching my chest with her. Gently, I pried her face up so it looked like she was trying to look back, waiting expectantly for someone behind her, except her eyes were closed. Almost satisfied, but not quite. I adjusted Mom’s hips so they tilted forward slightly but her ass pushed up and back. For the final touch, I moved Mom’s knees together and aligned her lower legs so they matched, one on the other, with one foot curling over the other.Perfect. A woman waiting expectantly for her lover. Apprehensive, yet offering him. ”“Not good enough,” I sad. “You’re going to have to go back to heaven. No more hanging around with me. No more having fun with me.”She bit her lip and I felt something. A vulnerability.“No more getting to watch me having sex. No more getting to have sex with me or kissing paused women or playing with their tits.” My hand on her shoulder slid down to her breast. “You’re the angel of sexuality. You love it. And you won’t get to play any longer.”“Steve,” she groaned, shaking her head. “I won’t.