Hameed slowly moved toward Pramila and encircled her narrow waist in his strong arms. They looked into each other’s eyes and then were locked in a d...ep kiss. Their tongues rolled and explored each other. Like two lovebirds they stayed in this position for minutes. Hameed’s hands were wondering over hips and breasts of his daughter-in-law who felt as her body was on fire. “Narendra had never kissed me like that. He never touched me like that as you are doing uncle,” Pramila said in a husky. "Suck me bitch" Mal demandedBart knelt in front of Mal, looking up as he tried to suck this monster cock. As he sucked this massive piece of flesh he started to realise that he was tasting his own ass too, this thought made him gag more.Mal was fucking Bart's mouth so deep and hard that his cum filled balls were hanging of Bart's chin.Bart was thinking of all the mouths he had fucked over his life smiled as he remembers cuming in their mouthsHe grabbed hold of Mals cock and started to pull it. I am 5’4” and weigh about 10 stone, so I’m not a waif. Most men, when they bother to took at a mature well turned out lady, like my shapely frame. Yes there’s a bit of tummy bulge and my arse cheeks are no way firm. Not bad for 52 I thought. My breasts fill a 34 C brassiere so I wore a Gossard push up bra to show off some cleavage with a Royal blue patterned blouse and black knee length skirt. Two inch black court shoes and no stockings, as it was already getting warm out in the beginning of. I would run, maybe two or three minutes and then slow down and approach Jerry's window.I'd say, "OK, I did it. Now can I go home?"He would say. "Not yet, take off your shirt and keep running."So, I would strip off the T-shirt and give it to him and take off running again.Another two or three minutes and I would stop and approach his window again.He still would not be satisfied.Take off the running shorts, he'd say.So, however reluctantly, off they came and I handed them to him and took off.