It was ataboo topic, but we'd been talking of intimate family things and soMichelle had slipped. She wouldn't suspect the real reason for myreaction ...as this subject was sore because my birth parents were verymuch alive. Well, one of them was. My birth dad had passed away inthe spring, just after my friends and I had gotten back from the beach.We saw the obituary in the paper. I missed a Friday of school as Icried for three days straight. Luckily, it had been over a weekend. Imust have. I slammed deep and hard into her. I buggered her. Reveled in burying to the hilt in her.It was incredible to enjoy. To feel my sex friend's asshole tight around my cock. I smiled, thrusting hard into her. I pumped away with powerful strokes. I drove my futa-dick to the hilt in her over and over.“Damn, Jenny!” she moaned. “Mother of God, I love that cock in me.”“You should try it on my end!” I gasped, my pussy clenching. “Oh, yes, yes, Pita!”“Fuck my daughter's asshole!” Mrs. Asis purred. “She. "Good morning, gorgeous. How are you, today? You know, I think you'regoing to be a vain bitch, always admiring yourself in the mirror." Ilaughed, and this morning my unbroken voice didn't embarrass me."Let me take a leak, then we'll shower and I'll help you get ready.You're a schoolgirl for now."A little later she helped me with my bra and panties, selected a blackflared calf-length skirt (until you get a bum) and a tight-fitting whiteknitted top with a boat neck. She explained her choices as. She also cooperated. We did kissing and pressing for 10-15 min and stopped. She said, it’s too late Sanju, let’s go home.Then we went to her home. It was already 12.30 am. I dropped her home and said, Deepu, I am going to my home now, I will come tomorrow. She said, it’s too late now, you can stay here. She went inside to change and I was sitting in living room. She changed into gown and she got night suit of her hubby. She said you can change this. They have only one master bedroom and one.