She took a long breath and released it slowly. Her eyes were closed and her head was resting on her forearms.I moved my hands to the tops of her thigh..., one hand on each leg, my thumbs on her inner thighs, inches from her pussy, my fingers on the outside. I squeezed and released, moving my hands down and then back up, each time a little closer to her slit.I could feel heat coming from her there. She parted her legs a little more, just barely lifting her butt a little further.I stopped rubbing. He laughed, then commented that “all the white women do that, it`s so they can mentally avoid having teddy`s one eyed monster in their bodies, most of the black wenches just take it as normal, but you whites are just not used to a real cock.” She looked up and asked of its size, and he proudly said “11 inches root to tip and thick as a baby`s arm and you mam, are going to wonder about the wisdom of collecting this young stud before this day is over.” He hauled her to her feet as if she was a. The thought turns me on. I feel my cock swelling in my pants, thick and hot against my right thigh. It's hot in the sun where I'm sitting, but now and then a cool breeze sweeps over the park, making the leaves rustle against each other.You come towards me again. Sweat runs down your cheeks, your arms, your thighs. Passing me, you grit your teeth, sending me a dirty look - almost angry, but horny as well.I let you run quietly for a while, not touching the remote. Keep you guessing.But suddenly,. Bharathi: Well….you are 60 years old…and since you didn’t penetrate me last times when you played with my body, so I thought.............”FIL: You think old men can’t perform, I have a very high libido and your Maamiyaar (MIL) had a tough time coping with me in bed till she died”Bharathi was silent again. He looked at her eyes for some time; Bharathi could see a devilish glint in his eyes.FIL: There is only one way to prove that I’m not impotent, Bharathi Paapa ”Bharathi understood what he.