More screaming, more squirting.I let her catch her breath. I praised her as my "good girl," and I firmly told her that when she is with me she belongs...to me. I made her repeat it to make sure she understood.I then asked her if she wanted to be fucked. “Yes” wasn’t a good enough answer, so she begged to be fucked.I stood at the edge of the bed, put her legs on my shoulders, lined up, and entered her.It felt as if she sucked in my whole body. Soft, wet, hot, hungry. I fucked her for several. I finished my warm up and quickly moved on to the next thing he wanted me to do, he positioned me on my knees in front of him but instead of showing me what to do He got his hard cock out and pushed it towards my open mouth "what about Sam" I said "don't worry I can see her through the window so I can see if she comes towards the house" he replied, well I didn't need asking twice has I took his cock into my hungry mouth, I licked the end with my tongue and squeezed his balls has I began to. It was a cold night and we all were drinking on the terrace while lighting a fire. So he requested me to play the gazal’s, I did not mint and played in my music system, meanwhile my friend left the ‘mehfil’ and went to sleep. We all were drinking and listening to Jagjit Singh, my lady was chatting with me while smoking her cigarette but her hubby was not interested to do any conversation and lost in Gazals. At some point she asked her hubby to finish and go to sleep, but he was in no mood to. .. the miserable younger sister ... the mother who hated the very air I breathed. No... 1955 was no fun.This time around, Grandmother sold me the farm ... for what my mother sold it for after Daddy died ... the first time. 39.6 acres of rocky swamp, swaybacked house and joke for a barn cost me seven thousand dollars after it was all done.But, my side of the family? The men have a heart defect that couldn't be fixed. Besides the farm, Grandpa was the best barn builder in the state. He built six.