(It's us)He greeted in her back in Yoruba as he threw the gate open and prepared to genuflect halfheartedly then he saw that she wasn't alone. Standin... next to her, sullenly handling two archaic portmanteaus was his elder cousin from the 'home town'. He made to help her with one but she set both pieces of luggage before him and walked off towards the house."Awon Mama ati Baba e nko?"( Where are your mother and father?) queried his grandmother in Yoruba as she sort of waddled past him.He replied. There are no lights on in the library, but some scattered candles are lit and one of the walls is lined with large windows, letting the light from tonight’s nearly full moon stream inside. You turn to me and gently caress my cheek with your hand, turning my face up towards yours as you lean in for a long, soft kiss. I let out a sigh as the kiss ends. You reach down and softly touch one of my breasts, lightly teasing the nipple through the silky fabric, smiling as you confirm your suspicions. Not at all. It wasn’t even her thick and long but luxurious long light brown hair even, although I always liked it. Reminds me of her mom a lot. See, her mother, my wife, passed away a few years back and I’ve tried to bounce back as best as I could, but it’s been tough. Real tough although I’ve kept an open mind on it all. Nevertheless when I passed my Michelle’s room and saw her like she was, I accidentally stopped, and I accidentally stared at her, from the back. Whoa! Yes, whoa. That’s. I couldn't believe it. Here I was inches away from her husband with my cock seven inches up her pussy. Well now that Sean had his bladder emptied we started driving in and out of the water and up and down some small dunes. All the while Michelle went up and down on my cock. I was in awe of her tight pussy. She was the first girl that I've ever been with that could control her pussy muscles. It was the most amazing experience I've ever had and it was right next to her prick husband. Well.