My poor bum hurts. Let me do something for you instead. Let me do what I do for my boyfriend.” That sounded intriguing. Robert paused with his hand ...praised. “And what do you do for your boyfriend?” if “I...you know.” “I’m afraid I don’t unless you tell me. Do you hold his hand? Write his essays?” “No, sir, I use my mouth for him.” “Oh, you mean you suck his cock?” Sandy nodded. “Say it. Say what you do.” “I s...suck his cock, sir.” “That’s a very good thing for a girl your age to do for her. Jennifer breaks the kiss as I hold her boobs and thrust rhythmically into her pussy as she leans her head back off the chairs, holding my arms she tells me to grab that rag and stick it into her mouth quick as her eyes began to well up with an impending orgasm. Gripping my arms my hands gripping her sides as my thrusting gains speed fortunately the chairs are solid support, a short five minutes and my horney little redhead is welling up and tensing as I pound hard our encounter masked by the. I told him about my threesomes whilst my husband watched some guy fuck me till my pussy was red and swollen and my husband would then lick my pussy clean of all the orgasmic fluids. He then went into great detail about how he would slide inside me and fuck me slowly then drive his cock hard into me and cream pie my pussy. We talked for about an hour in total and when I closed down my computer I lit a cigarette and poured a large glass of wine. My husband looked over at what must have been a. I was still coming to terms with her transformation. I only knew her as a pious brahmin lady who wore simple sarees that covered her from head to toe, and occasional silk saree. I never imagined she housed such beautiful goods underneath.“You like my dress? I bought it last week” she said, holding it up like a model. I was shamelessly ogling at her navel, so I politely smiled and looked up at her.“Yes, it’s very nice” I complimented, “Mummy said you’d give me her blouse…” I came right to the.