I simply told him it was for him – he readily believed me mainly because we were having more adventurous sex and he assumed this was the new me.But ...ex with Panek was not at the top of my list of priorities – I wanted Renaud with all my heart and more.But strangely sex with Renaud rarely resulted in him cumming, never in me and infrequently on me. He would stop me from finishing him off saying that my pleasure was more important than his – “I don’t need my satisfaction….only yours”. But he also. Ab main dhere dhere unke boobo ko dabane laga.mann kar raha tha ki unka bellowoge phar do but. She was still not responding. I couldn’t understand.but main chahta tha ki woh response de.islyen main apna haath unke hatho per unki neck per aur unke chehre per ghoomane laga,but she was still not responding. Ab main apna haath unke bellowge mein dalne laga.unka bellowge bahoot tight tha.main apna haath under dalne ki koshish ker hi raha tha ki mamiji ne response kiya aur mera hath apne boobo per se. And of course, there was my bedroom. Eventually, our love sessions led to another phase in my home exhibitionism, and Carla became a most willing accomplice.As time passed, I seriously thought about getting my own place and inviting Carla to go halfers on an apartment with me or contribute what she could to the monthly expenses. I finally decided to wait a few more months, to be on the safe side, but already it seemed like a silly idea. I knew we'd be okay living together. After all, it wasn't. "Resistance is futile" I added with a laugh. I was now doing a slow, rhythmic rocking and her eyes rolled up in her head. She began to moan and quake, signaling her quickly approaching orgasm. The baby monitor continued to crackle and now small cries were easily recognizable through the static of the cheap monitor. It's then that I noticed it! She must have still been breast-feeding, because during her intense fucking, her approaching orgasm and the muffled crying through the baby monitor, I.