He was gazing hotly at the elongated, glistening slit - and his mouth was getting nearer, nearer."Oh, no, don't!" she hissed. But his breath felt so g...od.And his lips were suddenly against her. The contact sent her lurching forward, gasping insanely. He kept his mouth glued to the soft pink cunt lips, his tongue poking out timidly and touching her excited flesh."No, not that! Fuck me, Ralph!"He ignored her cries. He licked more forcefully."Your pussy tastes really good, Mrs. French," the young. Raat ko saath me tv dekhte dekte kafi baate hoti thi hamari. Wo thodi mazakiya type ki thi to thoda mazak masti bhi ho jati thi kabhi kabhi. Mai roz unke boobs ko dekhta rehta tha wo jab khana deti thi tb jhukti thi tb mai unke boobs ko ekdam paas se dekh leta tha aur mera lund khada ho jata tha. Kai baar to wo mujhe dekh bhi leti thi pr wo mujhe ku6 nahi bolti thi. Mai bohot sochta tha k agar ise pata lu to meri zindagi me bohot maze aa jayenge fir mai jab chahu tb unhe chod sakunga. Sunday k. Not that it serves a purpose anymorebesides reminding her who owns her. But I did read the rules. So it isreally true? The manor is haunted?"Kristine had to stifle a sigh. Tons of documented changes and witnesses.Still, they always asked. "Yes, it is. Believe me, I can attest to it."She pulled a high gloss portrait out of an older teenage boy. He was kindagood looking. Already plenty of manly. "This picture of me was takenshortly before I inherited Groves Manor," she lied. She never had been. We started going out with each other and found we had birthdays on the same day. We just seemed to have the same interests and got on like a house on fire. In the bedroom she was far from quiet, noisy was never scared of telling me what she was in the mood for and loved sex....all of it, oral, anal, normal, some mild bondage (using the handcuffs which we both had). I suppose she was a mans ideal partner. Needless to say we got married and had a couple of k**s. I was offered a village police.