She is wearing jeans and a navy blue sleeveless top. Her chestnut hair, rich and lustrous as ever, hangs halfway down her back.Her bare white arms, wh...ch are liberally spotted with small moles, move industriously, scrubbing each plate, placing it noisily in the rack before repeating the action with another piece of crockery or cutlery.I feel my erection straining against the fabric of my trousers.I imagine Sharon in hot pants and flimsy revealing top with thigh length black leather boots plying. I beg him again, telling him I can take no more, he tells that I will and he will enjoy it and so will I because it is his desire. He is so right, I really don't want him to stop, I want him to enjoy this. It feels as if I am on fire, the pain is definitely more than he has ever given me before and finally my body can take no more and I think I fainted. I do not know how long I am out but when I become coherent he is still hitting me and my shoulders feel like they are being torn from their. I was just ashamed and afraid to question her though I often heard a lot of her ‘adventures’ with them.Coming to the story, we needed to go to Chennai for an examination one day. A close friend of her, named Gopal, aged 28, who is working in the same firm of hers had accompanied us as he know Chennai very well. He was also in good company with me too, and I had known him for over an year. I did hear some rumors associated with my mom and him too, which I ignored. We had to stay at Chennai for 3. ” Daughter-in-law or not, the dare was in the statement, the challenge in her eyes. Both my hands were tenderizing the muscles of her lower leg just then so I moved one over her knee then trailed two fingers up the inside of her thigh until I pressed against the form of her pussy “Are you sure about that?” I asked. My cock was starting to hurt from the strain of unrestrained lust. Sherry's eyes fluttered shut and she bumped her hips and I knew she wouldn't resist.I pressed even more on her.