I got a call from my wife so excused myself and went to the balcony to talk. In the meanwhile, priya took out the beer and glasses with some eatables ...or the drinks. I came back and she winked asking what was she inquiring. I said nothing much just a normal call, told her that I’ll be little late.She was like that’s ok, come sit and she started pouring the beer into glasses. We raised a toast and started drinking. She is a fast drinker like me, so in 30 min we were done with 6 beers. She was. ” I then began licking her folds and she drew a deep intake of breath. As I got more into it, she moaned “Mmmmm ... Michael ... oh ... oh ... that’s sooo bad.” She put her hands on top of my head and weakly attempted to push me away, but I then circled her clitoris with my tongue and she responded with a moan of concession and pulled my head towards her. Within a few seconds, she was moaning and writhing beneath my mouth. I moved my hand up to her hole and began slowly fingering her as I. "The prisoner stared at the old man for several seconds and then softly said "I guess that being a fucking bitch is better than being in here. You've got a deal. When can you start?"******The car turned off the dirt road and slowly wound down the twisting, narrow dirt road that led to the old farmhouse sitting in the middle of very pretty pastoral farm lands. Many shafts of glimmering sunlight cut through the trees of the forest on one side of the road.The driver parked the car beside the small. "I looked at mum as Maria grabbed my hand and began to pull me out of the kitchen. "Go somewhere? Go where?" Out of here. And don't come back 'til seven thirty." Seven thirty!" By this stage Maria and I had stopped in the doorway and I was looking at mum as Maria had let go of my hand and was trying to tug me along by my cock which had softened to a degree and was now only half-hard. "What am I supposed to do until then?"Vikki moved behind my mother and began to massage her breasts. She looked.