When my husband and I had sex that Sunday night, I couldn't help but think of it as a form of penance, making up for the sin I had committed. But even...though I knew I should feel more regret, a deeper sense of betrayal and guilt, as strange as it may seem, I didn't. The truth is, not only did I enjoy having sex with my son, but I also felt a greater bond with him, as a result. But I also felt no less love or devotion for Ryan. This is how I excused my actions, and the more often I repeated it,. Her eye’s popped wide open again. She had never been kissed before, and only heard of a French kiss, but always thought that it sounded so gross. Now she was given no choice but to submit to his forced invasion in both her holes. She felt his saliva as it drooled into her mouth and had to swallow it or choke on it. Then with his mouth locked on hers, he moaned and she could feel his big brown thing start thumping hard up inside her tummy, just like the last man. The warm feeling spreading even. ” Lorraine asked her.“That would be so nice, I don’t have any friends in London, I’ve been very alone here.”“You mean lonely, I think.” I said to her. “Yes very lonely, no-one to make fuck with like at home.”“OK, sorry, what’s your name sweetheart?”“I am called Ilke, I am from Poland.”“OK Ilke, come up to room 521 when you’re finished we’ll help you to make fuck and stop you being so lonely.”She beamed a huge smile at us both. “OK I will come to your room in half a hour if it is OK?”“We’ll see. She looked at me and said she was wearing a saree. It will not be good to sit with legs on both sides. I gave her a stare and pulled my lungi to a side to expose my cock to her.I was not wearing any underwear. So I pulled the lungi to the side she could see the semi-erect cock. She understood that it means her master, my cock wants her to sit with legs on both sides. She looked around a bit and began to lift her saree till her waist.Her milky white thighs were revealed first followed by her.