As Angela took a few steps in that direction, she noticed him reach for and put on a hat that had been sitting on a nearby chair. Then he stepped out ...nto the hall, closing the door behind him. Evidently, he’d been instructed not to wait around for the festivities.Alone for the moment, Angela paused at the large mirror on the hallway wall and checked her appearance. She’d gotten her hair cut a few days before by a beautician who was also a neighbor and willing to wait until payday, so no worry. It was only when they stood in front of a modest house in one of the better streets of the East Side that Lucy realised whom they were paying a visit. An elderly woman opened the door to their knocking and asked for their business. She was obviously surprised by the view of a widow in deep mourning.“I am Harriet Palmer, and this is my good friend, Miss Lucy Gutteridge. I would like to speak to Miss Moira McTaggart, please.”“Miss McTaggart does not see visitors, Madam,” came the hostile. And he being a hard and horny man he started thrusting right back with her. "Oh yeaeeeaaaahhhh" Aunty squealed to encourage Rajesh more. "Come over here baby so you can have a better and closer look" Aunty invited me closerI took another step closer and was right next to them with my knees against the mattress. "Oh yes, fuck me harder Rajesh, give me that big cock of yours...harder…more harder." Rajesh sped up with enthusiasm and Sharmila Aunty moaned along with him. While wrapping her legs. Kelly and I were working together in the small, torn-up bathroom when she backed up and "accidentally" bumped into me. I backed up to avoid her but she just backed up into me again until I was against the wall. She whispered to me, "in my fantasy with you, you take me from behind," then she pushed her beautiful, jean-clad ass into my crotch. I was so nervous that I trembled. However, I couldn't resist leaning forward and kissing her neck. I will never forget that feeling. Her skin felt like it.