I was not far behind with one of the brother's cock down my throat and a second boring into my pussy with his very effective reaming tool. We decided ...o dress like nuns in the future.I'll never forget the French professor who was on sabbatical from the Sorbonne and taught a class in French literature at our college. He was twenty years my senior but fucked like a much younger man. He wasn't a one night stand since I lived with him for six months my sophomore year until he went back to Paris. He. The body of her husband was not yet cremeted as one of the Raghu’s (Saroj’s husband) aunty was to come from some distant place and she was already on the way. Around 5:15 pm, I reached Saroj’s home and there was a lot of crowd gathered in her house. Her neighbour came ahead and asked me and I told that I am Atul. He then took me inside the house, where Raghu’s body was kept. Once Saroj saw me, she started crying. I consoled her by seating near her as well as Raghu’s dead body and told her that. The stranger then turned me over to face him. He was very handsome. He removed my t-shirt, took my chin and moved my lips towards his lips.He was kissing me deeply and when I closed my eyes, I was in a trance and feeling so horny. I was unaware of all those people near me. I could only feel his deep kiss. Before I knew, he already unlocked my bra hook and removed my bra in the open!Now I was standing there half naked. The man started kissing and sucking my left boob while grabbing my right. Ah! There he was passed out on the cot in the back. "Jim, hey wake up!" Mary yelled, jumping away as Jim almost caught her as he woke up swinging, "Good to see you're still as fast as you were during the war." Sorry Mary, habit of sleeping with one eye open even with all my tech," Jim groaned as he stretched getting up, "Been working on something, new idea came to me last night after we finished up with the MTM improvements. I kept thinking that it'd be easier if we had a way to be pushed.