Many times I had attempted to engage her in sex chat when I found myself horny and desperate to fuck her only to be given the cold shoulder. Other tim...s she would reply with the filthiest messages and pictures imagineable. All I wanted was some consistency. Whilst it had only been 3 days earlier that we'd fucked each other's brains out I was unsure how a text would be received. Fuck it I decided to bite the bullet. "How you doing?" I typed before hitting send. I could see she was responding. After finishing my work for the day, I had some more time before I left the office. I thought of taking permission from my boss and leave. But the incident in the morning embarrassed me a lot. I thought it was better to go home after Rakesh. While thinking about the incident my cousin‟s image flashed in front of me. She looked like a typical south Indian wife. She was about 5‟3″. Though she wasn‟t fat, she was chubby. Had huge boobs which were alsotypical for a south Indian. There wasn‟t. Lanie’s moans and cries were loud from the start and something about the volume spurred him on. Over and over his hand came down on her ass, the blotchy red hand-print quickly developed into a redder and more defined shape with each blow of his hand against the tender flesh. Lanie was moving her hips in circular motions and, when he stopped after every few blows to rub his hand gently over the reddening hand-print, he had to resist the urge to drop his pants, step in behind her and feel the. Here she was; naked, fingers deep in her own pussy, and lusting after Ashliegh, Jack's daughter. She felt like peeing on herself.“Uh, uh, Mr. Delacroix! It's not what it seems. We were only playing around. You know. Just a couple of girls having some fun.”“Shush, Michelle. I know what is going on. Don't get overly excited. I'm okay with all of this. I simply want to observe, little one. Do you mind?”At this juncture, while standing naked, Ashleigh grasped Michelle's head and pulled it forcibly.