Ingrid did not mind the pain,in fact she reveled in it,she was at a very high point of self excitement,she wanted to be fucked so hard now by Erik,but...as looked across at him and then at the middle aged Nun it was clear to Ingrid that the Nun was getting a great deal of pleasure from spanking Erik,she was smiling broadly and saying,"Oh,yes,Oh yes,take that you naughty young man! Ingrid wondered what the Monk was feeling,she wondered did he have an erection with her over his knee and his hand. Well, I had bought the washing machine in the first place. At least I got a cup of coffee out of it and a sit at the kitchen table in what once had been my home, before being declared once again a persona non gratis and given peremptory thanks and sent on my way. She had things to do, she told me – like the delayed washing. Now, on this occasion, the outside security light I had put up just before I was `shown the door` had stopped working and she wanted me to `fix it`. Easy enough. I guessed. I have a habit of going to bathroom in night. On those occasions I could see mom’s saree in disarray slightly across her breasts. I would love to watch that. Day by day my desire increased and tried looking at her in different angles without her knowing.Once I even saw her upper thighs. I would die to get a peak at her naked flesh, her calf muscles and lower thighs while washing, now she use machine for washing and I regret that, her upper breasts when sweeping. Though she work in an IT. His hips are frenzied, a blur of speed as they pound repeatedly into my arse. An arse that is clenching uncontrollably as orgasm after orgasm explodes through my body and then...A sudden tensing; his cock buried deep inside me momentarily still; a twitch, a shudder, his eyes shut, face screwed up above me. He erupts; cum gushing into me, coating me, filling me with that thick, sticky gorgeous, life giving liquid that for the last 10 years I have only dreamt of.Finished, he rolls away from me;.