We were like two teenagers in love, in our own world, not giving a damn about what is going on outside the four walls of the house. We had planned for...a movie, a night show, and then a small ride before we got back home.So after breakfast the rest of the day was spent watching tv, movies, listening to songs talking to each other, dancing to romantic tunes. We cooked and had lunch together and thought we could take a nap for a while as we still had a couple of hours before we start to the. I moved over and she slipped between me and the sofa back. As she settled herself, I could feel her breasts moving freely. She wasn't wearing a bra! I put my arm around her, stroking her back, over her shirt, wishing it was under. She put her hand on my chest and relaxed against me. A short while later, the old man stirred himself, said goodnight and went to bed. I think he realised he'd been a twat. When he left, mum said "Thanks for what you said", reached up and kissed me, gently and slowly.. "Mr. Ata looked furious. "And did you give them a filthy Christian burial?" No, actually. They were given a rather singular burial... I did weep for them though. All deaths of Allah's children deserve to be wept." Kathy turned to face away from his hateful gaze."Wait! Don't go. Perhaps I'll tell you what you want to know." The man moved closer to Kathy. "Tell me, where is this place?" I call it P2." Peetu? Where is that?" The man was almost within striking distance of Kathy."Just P2." No, I. She was sucking him and got him real hard when he decided to turn her over and feed his cock to her. She was waiting for him to slide it up and down to wet it when he just buried it deep in one push. he took her by surprise but she actually liked it. she told me afterwards that she got his phone number written on the bottom of the steps so she wouldn't lose it.He fucked her for a few minutes before she began a slow build orgasm and then she hit it high and held it for three more orgasms before.