And I am sorry Dindi. I got carried away too far and I was red faced too. His cock was standing out stiffly in his pajamas. I will eat after a drink. ...ill you have a drink with me Dindi? I dont want to drink alone and Bhaiya smiled at me and I said and I dont drink often and drink makes me naughty Man and so what its only you and me. Sister you can be naughty with me andMy nipples stayed hard, as did my clit, and my pussy continued to leak so much that I was afraid that and it would show a wet. . please ... do it to me ... real hard." Richard's cock was filling her up and she loved every inch of it. His penis made her feel like a stallion was fucking her. She thought of the famous Centaur half man half horse of Greek mythology, and knew they could not have had cocks any thicker than Richard's. He grabbed her hips tight and began to thrust into her deep. The thrill of his lust was unbelievable and for a few seconds she thought she was going to pass out.As his hips moved forward, his. She wasn't see-through or anything.It was a tired face. A timid face. Rounder than times gone by; short dirty-blonde hair framing it. She'd never liked her large nose, but once upon a time she'd thought her green eyes were her best feature. Back when they'd had some life in them. Before they stared at the floor in shame around other people.Her figure had broadened, too. She looked so ... plain, so average. An overweight, middle-aged housewife. Socially invisible, maybe. But not physically. Grabbing her by the arse, he pulled her forward to the front edge of the couch, with such suddeness that the nipple firmly in Cals teeth was nearly torn off, bringing a scream of pain from her lips. Now almost horizontal, except for her head propped against the back of the couch, Tom saw his chance, pulled out his 8 rod, climbed over her and forced it into her gaping mouth. She reacted by clamping her teeth down, which earned her a slap from Tom, her grunt being muffled by the cock meat working.