Never anything ostentatious. Always just simple lovely little bouquets. And with each successive Friday her 'Oh-you-shouldn't-have-Simon' little prote...t had become even less meaningful. And the kiss on his cheek more in line with her undeniable pleasure.But there had been nothing. Absolutely nothing to suggest that he was harbouring the kind of thoughts he had made her aware of when he had arrived this evening.Mrs Cranfield gulped down the last of her gin, put the bottle away in the cabinet and. She immediately clicked his name to allow him to see that she was online, and he sent her a message a second later. "Get enough sleep?" he typed. "Yes. How about you?" "Not so great, but oh well. I’ve got a surprise for you." "Oh? What is it?" "I finally got a webcam. I took your advice and got the same one as you." Amy sucked in a deep breath. If he was willing to talk to her on cam, then his picture was probably real."Well, turn it on, then!" she typed as she turned on her own cam. Amy’s. So she didn’t notice me following her.But let me tell you the truth. My Ammi’s ass was so obvious and attractive even in the dim light. I could see it swaying with her every step. Actually, she was wearing only a usual salwar kameez, but still, nobody can ignore her ass. I was having difficulty walking with my erection.After walking about half a km from our home, Ammi looked here and there and didn’t notice me in the dark and fog. She casually entered a narrow lane that was barely a few feet in. Her juices were flowing again, making a spot on the bedspread. Our guest' fingers curved and entered her cave of delights. She started to shudder as an orgasm tore through her. As he started moving his fingers in and out dragging his palm over her clit, she started the climb back toward another orgasm. She came with a flow that coated her slit from top to bottom, so I asked him to move his hand so I could get my mouth to the flow. He asked if he could take my place, saying it has been a long.