"Mmmm," I whispered in her ear. "Do you like my cock, slave?" "Ohhhh yes!" she whispered back, stroking me faster. "Then, how about you get a closer l...ok." I put my hands on her shoulders, guiding her down to her knees. She took my cock into her mouth as water sprayed down onto her face. Her mouth felt wonderful, working its way up and down my shaft. My hands grabbed the back of her head, controlling her movements. "That's right. Suck your master's dick!" I couldn't hear her reply, but I felt. Her pallu was not properly covering her right boob giving me an erection right away.She said to come in as her husband will be here in a few minutes. I sat on the sofa. She offered me some water and did not bother covering her pallu because she was too much involved in the cooking. On the other hand, her son was asking her, bugging her to set up some game.This was my window of getting close to her son and getting close to her. I immediately asked if I can help. Her son setting up a LEGO toy.. His hands took ahold of her ass cheeks and lifted her so her could begin fucking her tight pussy. She said he told her she was extremely tight and he hadn't fucked a pussy that tight in a long time. She said I told him you had a small penis and that's why I'm so tight. She said then I told him to hurt her pussy. He rolled her over and beat her poor little hole up for a long time. She said he had awesome staying power and that he fucked her non stop for well over an hour. I said did he come. Why couldn’t he make a move on this one. And she still dressed like some nineteenth century missionary. What was that perfume? Not really a perfume, a scent, her scent? What was it. He only noticed it when they were alone together. It was a wonder that he remembered anything, he had a semi, or even a full woody for half the time. And he felt, something, mushy, silly, something when he was with her. ‘… earth to Frank, earth calling Frank.’ She giggled. ‘Sorry, just thinking.’ ‘You looked so.