She was now mad with lust and was carressing my cock. “Arun come into the bedroom” Mrs. Banerjee beckoned. “Oh Miss, I love your hair” I whisp...red. “I love you baby” she repliedWe went into the bedroom. As soon as we were in she removed her clothes and was standing in front of me in her petticoat. “Wow” was all i saidShe looked lovely. A 56 year old woman, slightly plump with big boobs and lovely long black hair glistening with coconut oil well combed.I was really hard. I removed my clothes and. She just couldn’t get over how different she looked and how great it made her feel. She stood there twirling around like a little school girl playing dress up. She was smiling really big the whole time. She never smiled like that. It was a new Rachel for sure.Rachel grabbed a notebook and pen and decided to write about her day. She didn’t know where to start but figured it wouldn’t matter anyway. She wrote about the headache and the coffee and going shopping with Chrissy. She wrote about how. His tongue was fantastic. I was totally gone...He was gently licking the tip of my cock, whilst slowly and gently twisting the shaft of my penis. My senses were overloaded. I was going to cum! My body was already uncontrollably shaking by the time I uttered the words, 'I'm cumming..!' And with that, I ejaculated about eight feet up the wall over his shoulder. And then another a bit lower. And another lower, still. Until eventually, a few dribbles dropped on the floor between his stocking clad. .. ''I know ... and it hurts us, too.'She thought it strange that the idea of being part of God's 'us' should be so reassuring. She rested her head on her forearms on the table, and drifted off into sleep.Tom, unusually, did not wake until disturbed by noise from the quay; it was past eight. After a quick shower, he walked briskly up High Street to the Crystal Café, where he ordered an enormous cooked breakfast. A large flat-screen T/V on the wall was showing music videos rather than the usual.