I grabbed both butt cheeks and literally pulled her to my hard cock, impaling in her as deep as I could go. She cried out as my cock disappeared into...her cunt. Every inch of my shaft touched her pussy wall. “Are you o.k. ? Did I hurt you?” Damn, she was small and tight. She was definitely going to be sore when we were done. "Yeah I'll be fine. Please keep going," she whimpered. I began smoothly fucking the old pussy. I bent myself over her so I could cup her. I haven’t seen the boy for at least 4 years. He’s 16 now and is a ringer for his dad. Is it me, or are kids maturing much more quickly these days? I must be getting old. Even policemen look far too young. Paul and I didn’t attend the wake. I couldn’t bear seeing anymore of Allan’s mousy, stupid little wife or hear her irritating Home Counties English accent. More to the point, I couldn’t accept the ghost of Allan in the shape of Jamie, his son.Paul has taken Allan’s death far harder than I. But she was cool and we spoke as usual. To be frank, I was really distracted and my tool was getting up. She also knew this and with a naughty smile, she just took her legs from the stool with a smile and said, “You seem to be upset. Why, some problem in the office?” she asked. “No bhabhi,” I said. “No problem, as such.” “Problem hai to solution bhi hoga,” she smiled in a very seductive way. “Where is Rinku beti?” I asked her. “She has gone to her uncle. Will come tomorrow only.” “Hmm,” I. I loved the sight of the moon on the water, at a younge age my greatest joy was looking at the moon. i had my dack painnt my room full of smbols and creature having to do with it. mermaid, unicorns and above all werewolves. i stood and made my way back to the cabin i was in view of my home when a branch broke only feet from me. now most of you might think that living in a fores i would be used to sounds like that but the thing was that most anmilas in this forest were rather small and stayed.