I could feel my robe part at the sash. I knew my pussy was now on full show to him. I carried on chatting to him as I watched his eyes keep flicking d...wn to my pussy. I looked at his cock, it was now twitching. I knew he was as turned on as me. My breathing got deeper and so was his. I teased his eyes as I parted my legs slightly wider. I could feel I was getting wetter and wetter with all the teasing. I was determined he would make the first move. I reached across the table and took his. After I was able to take a few breaths, I pulled him back into my mouth and into my throat. It seemed once he was in my throat, it became dilated, allowing me to take him in multiple times with less effort, pain, or gagging. Now he could fuck my throat and he did. Within a few minutes he warned, “You’re going to make me cum.” I pulled him into my throat and held him tight. He tensed up and squeezed me tight as I could feel his thick vein throbbing against my tongue as he began to pump his. Gibson, a retired teacher from her school, was shuffling down the driveway in his robe to do the same.“Morning, Mr. Gibson!” she smiled and waved, holding the paper to her waist, and making no attempt to cover herself.“Morning!” Gibson grinned once he was sure he wasn’t dreaming. “Aren’t you cold?”“Yes!” she giggled. “Can’t you tell?” She turned and danced daintily back up the stairs.Gibson glanced down at his robe. Yep. Gonna be a good morning. Gibson headed back inside with a bit more of a. Or vo full neend me thi. me unke or karib aagyaor unka face or mera face kafi pass me tha or mene unki gown kafi upper peth tak kar di thi unhone red colour ki chaadi pehni thi.mene dheere2Himmat kar ke chaddi ke upper se haath ferne laga or mera lund full khada ho gya.or ek hath se unke boobs daba rha hta ta , kafi der kaRne ke baad confident aa gya or mene bhua ko kiss karne laga or unke rasile hoth chusne lga ek dum se bhua jag gayi or me kafi dar gaya, bhua boli ye kar raha hai.or ek thap.