As stipulated in his will, Russell Thornton’s grave was marked not with some ornate tombstone but by a simple brass plaque issued by the Veterans Ad...inistration. A military honor guard fired three volleys, a trumpeter sounded Taps, and Russell Sr. was history. The ‘grieving’ widow put on some histrionics and Chip looked sad, but Melissa was devastated. Without a word to her brother or step-mother, she held onto Charles for dear life as the Turners escorted her to her new home. Charles sent. She didn’t realise what was about to happen, her knees were drawn gently up toward her chest and a warm mouth sought out her moist button, that tongue darted and flicked her little button, licking and sucking, finding her most intimate spot.She felt helpless, but the sensations were exquisite, bringing her quickly to her third orgasm that evening. Her nipples were being pulled hard, and a tongue still probed her mouth, the sensations didn’t stop there, that itch worked it’s way down to her. The D-Day came, she took a flight from Indore and landed late night in Bangalore. I was at the airport to receive her. I had seen her pictures on Facebook but looking at her, in reality, was so different.She was tall, slim and dusky and had the right curves in the right places. We took a cab back home and on the way picked up some food. I showed her the room and she settled in. While we were having dinner, she said, this is very bold of her to come to a new city and put up with a new person. “Oh yeah Peter, I want that huge cock in my ass. And then I want your cum all over me baby. Make me your dirty little porn star,” she urged. Pete flipped her over with his massive arms and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He forced her body into a downward position. My wife arched her back to get that delicious looking bubble butt look going. Pete aimed for her asshole and eased it in, exhaling with ecstasy as he inched his massive rod into her ass. My wife moaned loudly into a pillow as he.