Positioning between her legs, I rubbed my hard dick over her clit and slapped it.Mil : Fuck me please, put it inside me…please please put ur dick in...o me…fuck me pleaseMe: Will fuck you my darling wife, saying that I pushed my dick into her warm wet pussy.MIL : Awww feels good to have you between my legs my husband. Fuck me. Make me a whore, make me pregnant.Hearing that just made me go crazy..make her pregnant ? What erotic thought.. Though she would not get pregnant anyway, just that thought. RobertBrinkley had been her age, maybe a little older, when he had taken hervirginity in prison and since then she had only ever been with older menduring her monthly sojourns to Manchester.She fantasised about finding Steven rummaging through her lingeriedrawer and seducing him on her big bed, making the boy moan with lust asshe used her skills to bring the boy to the brink of orgasm and keep himthere.Finally, Abigail had found Mitchell in the Canal Street bar and livedout the fantasy. It was. She was almost 35 yrs of age and wearing a red sari with floral blouse. Her figure must be 34-28-36 and she was really very fair cute and sexy. I also seen her many times before but in today dress, she was all together different and looking very very sexy. Due to his sexy figure I was looking her frequently, which she observed and adjusted her sari and gave me an uncomfortable smile.I felt a quick guilt and tried not to look at her but her sexy curves made me again and again to look her and. He got on his knees in front of me and started a nice slow sweeping motion with his hands from my shoulders to my lower back, I just let out a sigh and thought well maybe the days not a waste after all and giggled quietly to myself. His fingers got lower and lower until they were touching the top of my butt cheeks. His hands slid off my butt and up my sides and over my shoulders and arms, then back down my back again. I was soon purring like a kitten. I was back to my Cleopatra fantasy and.