She packed a few sandwiches, her sunscreen, and shades as she saw in that video last day. Sumit turned the engine on and honked for Diya to hurry up.S...e kept the basket on the back seat. When she noticed a finely wrapped gift, she was eager to open it. “You should wait for that. Also, you promised me something yesterday night.”Sumit adjusted his rear mirror to have look at his sexy landlady Diya in her dress. The lime shirt and white tops made her look like a diva. Not to mention her lack of. "Why not?" she said simply. It wasn't threatening, I want you to understand that. It wasn't a demand or an attempt at intimidation. It was, simply, a question."Because," I started, slipping into the autonomic response mechanism that my mom's warnings had instilled in us. "How To Deal With Breach Of Trust: 101", a primer for good girls in the event of a pervert incident. The trouble was, all of my mom's lessons assumed a lack of reciprocal interest and I wasn't sure this applied here. "Because. We both felt it as my cock head expanded inside her ass before I emptied my balls into her bowels. Her ass muscles held on to my cock like a vise as I turned her head towards me and kissed her hard. "You bastard. You almost pulled my hair out," she complained sexily as she kissed me back and bit my lips until she drew blood. We stood like that until my deflated cock popped out of her cute brown hole. "That was so fucking hot guys," I heard Sophie say as we both turned around to see Pete and. I had suspected something was up and had tried to talk to Karen many times. She always told me there was no problem, that it was my imagination. Ya, right!Karen was a beautiful woman in anybody's book. Tall and sultry with a great body. She had great taste in clothes and knew how to wear them. I should have been watching her more carefully instead of working 6 days a week to make a life for us.We played golf at the municipal course but she preferred the country club when she went there with a.