She was not looking happy with this but she started walking upstairs .Now sarthak eyes were focused on her round tight ass. He again commented.Sarthak...- itni mooti gaand ha yaar, pta nhi kitne ladko ne gaand maari hogi iski.Me: How can you talk like this , she is my sister , Sarthak?Sarthak:- isme galat kya keh diya mene , gaand mooti nhi ha kya? Aur iske husband ko toh isko chodne ka mauka milega hi.Me : but you can’t say like this.Sarthak: OK okAs we started moving outwards she came to say. Nearly all done now, so go on, excused boots,” she chuckled.I sauntered across the hall, through a pair of double doors, towards the toilets and turned right into the hall kitchen. The lady who was expecting me, leaned unsteadily against the laminate worktop that surrounded me. There was a glass of white wine in danger of spilling the contents on the vinyl floor in her heavily ringed hand, the other hand steadying her, stiff at 45 degrees from her shoulder.I could see her state as I approached. "F-fine," Nathan said, standing up, a rustle and a crinkle trailing everymoment of his legs as he walked away from the toilet and towards thebathroom door. "I'm coming out now, ok? Just... Just don't say anything,ok?"Nathan opened the door, after another moment's hesitation. As he steppedout, Horatio's jaw dropped, and Marcus pursed his lips and gave a wolf-whistle. What greeted the gay couple was nothing short of atransformation. Nathan's long brown hair was pulled back into twopigtails, each. Was she thinking of her mother?I hoped so.I gripped Mrs. Simmons's hips. She moaned as I drew back my cock. Her tight pussy gripped me. That wonderful, silky sheath felt so incredible about me. I thrust back into her. I buried hard into her snatch. I plunged to the hilt in her cunt.Her twat squeezed hard about me. I groaned, savoring that hot cunt massaging me. I pumped away at her, my hands sliding from her hips. I swept up her body. I stroked her silky flesh. I grabbed her tits. I held her.