"She did, didn't she?" I said softly. "She came into the fitting room where you were on your knees, with your face covered in the other girls' cum!"Ke...sey nodded while Amanda giggled and gave an affirmative "Uh-huh!" through the phone."What happened then?" I asked, almost going nuts. I had to fight not to rip Kelsey's pajama pants off, then fuck her until she passed out."She was a bit nervous, but Carynne came up behind her and started kissing her neck," Kelsey said, her voice a little less. .. It is most likely best not to think of such things. I shall awaken the Fates and that would be most unpleasant for us all."The old woman paced before her fireplace, wringing her hands and occasionally shaking her fist at the ceiling as she continued her muttered tirade of abuse against her own self."Son of a whore! Oh, turn the page, Helen. 'The moving finger having writ moves on... ' And, all that nonsensical, male truth. Again, written by a man. Not that Omar Khayyam is a bad poet. He is. She moans and starts to move a little faster, stimulating her clit on his pelvic bone as she moves back and forth. Their bodies are as close as they can possibly get. Their lips locked, her tits crushed into his chest, her arms tightly around his neck and her legs locked around his waist. He has one hand on her back, holding her tight. With the other he reaches down and insets a finger into her asshole. The slow deliberate movements continue until she cums, squirting pussy juices down his cock. I was excited as well as in fear but I decided to go ahead slowly and not to rush. I put my hand on her waist. Her skin was so smooth and wheatish in complexion. She was more towards curvy side as most of our indian women in their mid- ages are. She jerked little bit on my touch but settled down. I tighten my grip and also moved my hand on the front side of her stomach. I felt that she took a deep breath as I felt her stomach muscles getting tight. I moved my fingers on her stomach but she did.