Chris’ cock swelled while he shot his load deep inside her.Sweaty, tired and out of breath, they hugged like long-lost lovers. They kissed like craz... teenagers and grinned like drug addicts after a hit. Lisa had forgotten how big and deep her husband’s eyes were. A tingle crept back into her body. Her hunger was not yet satisfied.“If you lick my pussy gently, I think I will cum again,” she whispered.“I would love to try.”Chris parted Lisa’s legs with his strong hands and made himself. ”“The living room?”“Oui.”The brandy smelt good and its heat took me by surprise but I liked it. Books amassed on neat shelves revealed clues about her personality: Camus, Proust, and Nin. Family photos in expensive frames, all generations, she spoke of them often, it was good to put faces to names. It was easy to imagine Elodie as an integral part of it; someone brought her up well. Browsing the art on the walls, I practised the gravitas needed. My reflection in the glass captured studious. Tom managed to warm Sandra up with his own body heat by cuddling up to her rubbing his hands over her body. From somewhere in his deep consciousness he found a spark of love for this woman but it was not enough to change his plans. As soon as Sandra was moving around more freely, Tom pushed into her hands the slices of bread and the drink, he snapped at her that she had five minutes to eat her breakfast or he would take it away from her. Sandra thought to herself, if he thinks this is breakfast. She is attracted to me only because of my behaviour.She loves my cooking skill, if I cooked non-veg or any other special items I used to gave her a small parcel. She told that am cooking better than her. She called me for lunch for many times, but because of shyness.I avoided it last Sunday I cooked chicken and went down to give her a small parcel when I knocked her door, she opened it after 5 minutes, she looked very sleepy, and her pallu did not cover her boobs.I can clearly see her nipples.