I grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to me. She didn't fight, her leg raising. And then she was straddling my head. We were sixty-nining. I stared u... at her pussy, her pubic hair dripping with my cum. Her slit was still so tight. I pulled her hips down and buried my face into her pussy.Her mouth popped off my dick. “Big sister!” she gasped, squirming and rubbing her pussy on my dick. “Oh, wow.”“Uh-huh,” I moaned as my tongue licked through her tangy folds, stained salty with my cum.She. "That's the trouble with you working class layabouts, you never take responsibility for your actions; screwing around, producing 1000s of sub normal children, spending money you don't have, gambling and drinking, it's time that you underclass were all taught a lesson!"She was getting into a real rant and I suddenly realised then that Pippa wasn't acting.I had a sudden burst of clarity. She had a thing about the working class, which is why she had taken me on as her sex partner in spite of me. I thought that she needs a friend like me and I was in her touch chatting to her daily.Some times we become very intimate in we use to feel having sex.So one day when we were chatting I asked her to send her nude pick for which she denied first later accepted and sent her pic to me.I was shocked to see her figure. She was really hot and I dont know how her husband is keeping away from her without fucking her.I felt if I was her husband I would fuck her 3 times a day for sure. ;)I complimented. I wanted to engage Bhabhi for some more time in discussions as my dick was totally inside her and due to her resistance it was moving hard inside her with my thighs rubbing hers. It continued for around 10 minutes and then I got down and made way for Bhabhi. She immediately went in the washroom and came out after 5 minutes with her clothes on. I was lying naked on the bed with my long and hard dick standing like a Quatab Minar to salute her. She came near me and seeing my erected dick put a.