Patel’s lives and saw the same woman standing at the door, waiting for me to come. She was Mrs. Patel, a housewife with one of the finest features a...d shape I have ever seen. I always admired her as my bhabhi because I used to respect Mr. Patel and treated him as my brother. Mrs. Patel is not more than 29 years with 2 small kids. Her skin was glowing in the dim light of the night bulb. She was dressed in pink silk night gown with a jacket over it. I could see her inner wears as she had not tied. I cupped his balls in my hand, gently squeezing them. I licked the entire shaft of his cock as I pressed his hips closer to me. “Yeah, that’s it,” he whispered as I flicked his balls with my tongue. I loved the scent and taste of his body. To me, he wasn’t just beautiful, he was a work of art. I gently and slowly kissed his cock as I brushed my tongue along it. I loved to feel his hardness as he gently fucked my mouth. I slipped my hand down to my pussy and rubbed my swollen clit. I could feel. With alacrity, she bent over and threw up her skirts so that Simon could enjoy her back view as much as her front. Her rounded bottom invited his touch and as he bent to kiss her soft, white, exposed skin she responded by arching her hips so that her gaping, ready and very fuckable female hole was clearly revealed for Simon to re-enter.Gripping those smooth hips, he gave the widow a series of steady thrusts with his yard, her increasing gasps showing that she was enjoying the frolic as much as. "Release? Why?" So that I may serve you tonight, master."Before Rennis could reply, Yanna took another step into the room and lowered herself to her knees. She dropped her gaze downward, and placed her hands palms-up on her thighs.Rennis was rather stunned. While Yanna was never a bad slave, always doing whatever was asked of her the best she could, she never volunteered her services. It was one of the things that made it very difficult for Rennis to contract her to clients. If she had not.