That would really turn me on since she would always have the saree just below her navel which used to drive me crazy the smiles become fly kisses from...my end which was reciprocated. Oh god had to meet her in person now…this way driving me crazy it took another two weeks for her to pass her mobile no to me…finally the call. Her name was P (have to be discreet about it) we spoke for about an hour about each other and our families…she was scared to meet me she said because being the priest’s wife. There I can see my father and mother in cuddling position deeply sleeping .My mom was beside the wall and my dad was facing her front and rest his hand on her back. It was a great sight to see but not now. I came to my bedroom closing their door tightly as it is and went to sleep. In morning I did not go to school saying that today there are not much important classes to my dad.After my dad left your office, my mom was cleaning dishes in kitchen. I slowly went there and knelt down and touched. Peggy felt even grown men would not have gone that far without some sort of previous exposure. Tossing in her bed, the events whirling through her mind, she found her cunt throbbing, her tits swollen inside her nightgown. She considered calling her son, have him get into bed with her. She wanted to feel his cock inside her cunt. She wanted him to put his cock up her pussy and fuck her deep and hard. She wanted to feel the hardness of his prick throbbing inside her fiery pussy, stretching those. Harder! Fuck me harder!” I was thrusting as hard as I could, going deeper each time. I looked into her eyes with each thrust. She looked back, her mouth wide open. I leaned forward, my hands near her shoulder, pounding her pussy, my cock like a hot piston, my balls slapping against her round ass. “You’re my fuck slut, aren’t you?” I snarled, ramming my cock into her and paused, looking into her eyes, my cock deep in her pussy and started slowly rotating my hips, my cock moving in a small.