I hope this weekend there will be more of these moments, he said. Then I replied to him, “don’t worry honey, I think both Irene and I know how to ...et you enjoy the weekend”. I got up a little, let his cock out of my pussy and crawled to stop at his face with my wet pussy. I heard him growl when I pushed my open lips on his mouth. Lick it, I demanded, taste the mix of my juices and your own cum and remember the smell … you will smell it a lot of times this weekend. I felt his tongue going. . ek jor ka Dhakka……………kaaaaa lagaya…………kasam se yaro mere land hi jane ki usko kitna dard or sukun mila……….uski chut se khun ki fufkar nikli…… ……vo boli aapne to meri chut ko fad hi diya isme se to khun nikl raha hai ab kaya karnge……….ab kaya hoga to maine kaha kiMeri jan ye pahli bar jab chudai karte hai to aise hi chut fatati hai….ab age se aisa nahin hoga..vo boli uncle ji mere ko darad bahoot ho raha hai aap pls ek bar apne land ko nikal lo..to maine kaha ki ab mai nahi nikalunaga…ab mai. It was going to rain and I needed a hole someplace.I nudged the mare with my heels and she bobbed her head a little, ripping off a mouthful of grain and chewing it while we moved, like a little brown and white boat leaving a wake of bent wheat behind us. I'd had her almost a month and if she'd felt any animosity towards me for killing the guy who'd owned her, Hubcap didn't show it. Maybe she knew he'd had it coming. Maybe if she knew who I was, she'd figure I had it coming too.We stayed clear. Caroline said that her lover had been gentle with her. Loving, knowing what to do and when, but never moving too fast for her.She said that he seemed to enjoy touching her naked skin, touching her bosom. That his happy touching of her seemed to make her desire his contact, to want him to touch her even more. Her lover wanted to touch her nether regions. That as good as his touch on a breast was, his touch on her private places normally hidden beneath her skirts and petticoats was even.