At least not this soon. I thought that maybe Chris could seduce her, but that wasn’t going to happen. Chris had flat out said he wasn’t playing, a...d besides, he felt about her the same way I did. And it would be safer to leave her out. Me making a pass at Dad would just be inappropriate. If both of us did it, that would obviously be a plan and that would require a lot of explaining, and that we couldn’t afford.So the next weekend I decided to make my move. I went over to Dad’s condo Friday. .. if I could force myself to touch the gravestone.Easy to find, the church was situated in the heart of Bournemouth. I always felt a layer of protection with a church on the grounds. The walking dead wouldn't dare disturb the Holy. Or would they? The Gothic architecture momentarily distracted me from my death-laden thoughts. Looming overhead was a towering spire with dramatic arched windows. Surely any Spirits floating around would feel God's eyes upon them and stay out of trouble. I stood. The way she talked looked like, she had a seducing voice by birth. Everyone would look at her lustily while she talked.I also noticed she used to expose much of her cleavage and skin near her kamar and navel and didn’t care if anyone noticed.As she was the closest to our family as nobody around me knew Hindi well, she was a frequent visitor to my house. I used to address her as ‘aunty’ as I was about 20 years at that time. It seemed she didn’t like me calling her that.So the incident took place. I was now suspended along the wall and held in place by his arms and his cock which was now driving into me in long, deep, and powerful thrusts. I was crying out in pleasure as each of his thrusts drove his cock very deeply into my cunt, my clit being hit on nearly every thrust.But while all this had been going on, my husband was with his newest wife. Tim did carry Barb up the stairs and to the bedroom door. With Barb holding on with both arms around his neck, he used that hand to open the door.
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