You’re so wet didi.I’m all wet for you Bhaiya and I want you to fuck me. I crawled up in between my sister’s spread thighs and brought the head ...f my cock to her waiting pussy hole. Now she screamed put your big lund cock in my choot cunt bhaiya! I want your big cock now! I thrust my bursting cock inside my horny sister’s dripping cunt. I hadn’t had sex since the death of my wife and my sister was a better fuck than even my wife and when she was alive.My wife loved talking dirty when I fucked. You sigh and run a hand up and down my shoulder to the curve of my ass. “I like that,” I whisper. You laugh and concentrate on the curve of my ass, massaging circles with your fingertips. Your touch is gentle and soft at first, but soon turns to firm pressure, kneading the roundness. I cannot help but squirm. CRACK, your hand lands on my ass. I gasp in surprise! CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, three more blows land in the same spot. “OOOOOOOOO,” I moan and grind my pussy against your thigh. “No, no, no,”. A finger spreads her wet folds and collects her juices. The finger brings them up to coat her clit as I bring to tease her most sensitive of spots. "Yes, oh yes." My lips kiss around her nipple teasing it. I move down to her waist and my tongue takes over for my fingers as they are now wanted in her pussy. I slowly finger her and suck and tongue her clit. I do this slowly to conserve my energy. This is a young woman and I will need it to keep up with her. Her breathing is very shallow and she. He nodded and smiled back through the uncomfortable silence convinced they were staring at his crotch but thought he must be imagining it. What services did Mrs. Henderson mean, his gardening or, that other kind of servicing? He wasn't sure so he just answered, "Fine, Mrs. Henderson, that would be fine."Back in the garden he thought about the ladies and the real meaning of Mrs. Henderson's words. What if it was the other k** of 'servicing' she was talking about? He pictured the ladies in his.