Due to all those wet massages from my tongue, Jenny's little anus had been relaxing. It wasn't so defensive towards my invading tongue. I decided that...it was time. Just when she thought it couldn't get any better, I shoved my tongue up her ass and forced as much of it as I could in there. She cried out from the sudden anal penetration. This did her in. I wiggled my tongue around as she came. Her asshole clenched and relaxed in a repeating fashion around my tongue. Her moans were so intense that. I went to her home for Sunday classes. Most of the weeks she was alone cause her husband’s work involved a lot of traveling. So it was me and her alone in a study room for most of the time. We started talking about our personal stuff and we became more comfortable with each other.One day when she was teaching me and all I was thinking about were laying down with her, I was clearly staring at her boobs as she had worn her saree loosely. Thinking about the things I wanted to do to her was making. He relaxed his assault on me and he asked me if I wanted to change position. I told him to lay back and I straddled him. I lowered myself on to his fat cock and grabbed the top of the headboard so my breasts were hanging inches from his face. He cupped them as I started fucking him and by now, we were really 'fucking'!! Pure, a****l arousal took over both of us and he raised himself up on his elbows to start suckling at my swinging breasts. I asked him to bite me, and he chewed on my nipples. This had been a marvel to me since I came to this country, the casual ease in which the people here seemed to love their guns. For the most part, they all seemed to know how to shoot them well too. In France, it wasn't illegal to own a gun, but it took a lot of paperwork and checks before you could even buy a pistol legally. Shotguns were the main weapon of choice by all the farmers there. Here, anyone who lived in the country or the rural areas owned both pistols and rifles. My grandfather had.