I shot my wad into my hand watching them. He started to pull out my wife's well fucked pussy, "Stay in me, I want to feel you and your hot cum inside ...e", she said pulling him all the way in. For several minutes they lay there and enjoyed the after-glow of their efforts. When he got up to he knees and said, "I need to get back for class", He got out of bed, grabbed his cloth's and went into the bathroom. My wife just lay there smearing his hot cum around her thighs with her hand as it leaked. I think he knows what I mean.My husband is late riser. Other days, I did not mind about him in the morning. I was busy with my household chores and preparedness to go to the shop. Today, it seems every minute is so long. After having breakfast, Anil goes to his room. I curse my husband. “Come on, wake up, eat and go away” I say myself. After 15 minutes, my husband wakes up and washes his face. He goes out without having breakfast. I do not like to ask him for having breakfast. What difference. ‘Come here, cousin,’ she said, and held out her arms. Bobby moved into her embrace, his body coming against her warm, wet one. Locked in an embrace, their tongues lashed as warm water beat down on them. After the kiss ended they soaped each other thoroughly, enjoying the sensations their moving hands spread along with the rich lather. Each of them thought they’d been sated by their frantic joining on the vanity, but their behavior in the shower was arousing them all over again. Lana turned to. Prisha was in pain as she hit her ankle on the edge of the bed. As she laid on the floor I went to help her. As I went to help her I noticed that her ankle was cut and was bleeding. I immediately got some paper towels and one of my tee shirts. First I pressed the paper towel on the cut. After 30 or so seconds the bleeding had stopped. I tore away the extra paper towel. Then I decided to get one of my sweet socks. I tied it around Prisha’s ankle and over the piece of paper towel. Then I told.