She told me that if any neighbors were home, they heard her screaming for sure. When she came down from her orgasm, she said she turned over and had h...m stand in front of her. She yanked his shorts down and his hard cock popped out, bobbing in front of her face. She then took him into her mouth and began to repay the favor. She told me he grabbed her head and began to pump her harder, almost choking her at one point. Thankfully he was very excited and came in only about two minutes. They both. . Ticha hath majha kesat hota.. Ani me majhi jibh(tongue) tichya danyawar firwayala suuwat keli… ummmmmmmmmmmm tichi pucchi oli jhaleli hoti.. Tichya pucchi tune k madak suwas yet hota.. Tichya pucchi la kharat chav ali hoti… ummmmm me tichi pucchi chatat hoto… uuummmmmm aaaaahhhhh… wht a sexy u r radha…. Ahhhhh.. Kaku ne majha tond tichya pucchit dabal jorat ani me ajun jora jorat chatu laglo… aaaahhhhhh , jawal jawal ardha tas tichi pucchi chatali.. Mag tine mala thambawal, ani mala khali. It turned her on so ever much. He slowly slid his hand under his shorts. She could see his hand move beneath and cradle his massive bulge. He stroked it now at a more steady pace and the barely visible wet spot was clearly expanding. There was a gleaming slick elixir easing out of the material, to the surface, as his hand moved further down and cupped his own balls, gently squeezing as he looked directly into her eyes with such hunger and awe, a slow low groan escaping his lips, his eyes. I looked at her eyes once more, they were staring up at the ceiling, not registering anything. We had been together in that room for the last two weeks as she gradually deteriorated. It had been a day since she last showed that she recognized me, and just a few minutes ago her fingers had pressed my hand as she used all her energy to say one word, calling me Paolo. That was her pet name for our second son Paul, the son that we had lost in Afghanistan eight years ago. He had been in an unarmored.