She reciprocated by pushing her hips and pussy in the same rhythm. We were both enjoying ourselves. I kept on fucking her. I slowed down a little and ...hen picked up again, slowed down a little and picked up again. She moaned “Yes, that’s the way Rahul, Faster and deeper with your thick dick. I am Cumming, oh yes yes Rahul, I am Cumming.” She screamed and I could feel her pussy lips tighten on my dick and her juices engulfing it.Oh yes, I have wanted to fuck you like this for so long. You are. "Hail, Kimpo," I replied, somewhat mystified. "What is up with Beorn?"I nodded at the Kinsman sprawled on the ground before us.The little Poet was still prostrate and his breathing certainly wasn't any easier. I knelt next to him gently rolled him onto his back. His eyes were open and he smiled when he saw my face."Hello, brother. We are here to join you." He wheezed. I smiled back at him."You are welcome here, Little Brother," I straightened up, feeling the pain from my run on exhausted. She was a perfect Italian beauty. She had olive skin, black hair, and the deepest blue eyes I have ever seen. Oh yeah, there was also her smile. When she smiled, the whole world seemed a better place.When she entered a room, it usually got quiet and all eyes followed her. People just fell all over themselves trying to get to know her, and Mr. Jonathon Huntington Smyth was no exception. He walked right up to our group and introduced himself by name not as Judith's husband. Angela and I both. She knew that look on his face all too well, and all the secretive glances in the world at her body couldn’t hide them. The facts were clear: Mack had been looking at her just as hungrily as his friends had, and now he certainly knew his mother had noticed.When they got back to the house, Mack followed his mother inside, and Chelsea could feel his enrapt gaze on her shapely ass as she walked up to the door with an extra sway in her hips.Even though it wasn’t very late yet, Mack said he felt.