FEEL THE WORDS. Please follow my blog for more stories of my wife - https://mywifesnehal.blogspot.com/~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Snehal and her husband Rohit, sleeping in their bedroom. Rohit was in deep sleep whereas Snehal wasn’t up to sleep till yet. Still she was thinking about what Veer had asked her earlier that evening. Rather he didn’t ask her, he had ‘told’ her. Snehal could recall what he said. He didn’t ask for permission, instead he declared. The Reverend Athelstone had come over from England some twenty-five years ago with his wife Sarah after ten years as a missionary in Brazil when their old pastor had died of old age. They were quiet, unassuming couple with a serene outlook to life that suited the community perfectly.“Ladies and Gentlemen ... Quiet down, please? Thank you. As you are undoubtedly aware, this community is living from hand to mouth and has been doing so for at least the last twenty years. The problem is that none. Her skirt and panties ripped off her and the huge cock pressed at her pussy trying to force it's way in slowly it entered her inch by inch pushing the tiny walls of her tight twat out and once it was enbeded totally in he fucked her with a fury she had never felt slamming in and pulling out to the very tip then crashing backing in hard deep with power Jen's body being thrush around like a rag doll and then he roared and a load of come spilled inside her unprotected cunt. Before she could fully. My fingertips tingled as they explored every perfect imperfection. I was almost on my knees as I kissed her naval cupping and groping her breasts as I did with my right hand while my left found the zip to her skirt. I eased it down and pinched her right nipple as I undid the hooks around the waistline. The skirt dropped to the floor showing Eves tights and matching silky black briefs underneath. I reached down and held the skirt as she stepped out of it and placed it on the floor next to her.