She groaned, her control almost snapping with this outburst of sudden pleasure. The buzz of her phone from the night table interrupted the paralysis ...f her ecstasy. His picture, the one where his eyes were closed, his lips smiling joyfully appeared on the cover and she quickly sat up, tossing her dark red curls over to one shoulder so she could answer clearly. His voice, deep and husky, greeted her over the other end and contributed another dimension to her sensorial vision of him. Her green. . imagine crawling for days, for years in a hot barren desert, withnothing to drink but sand. Then, an oasis, where you drink the coldestclearest water you've ever tasted ... sorry, I'm sure I'm mixing mymetaphors." The wonder in Cassiopeia's voice disarmed Katherine. Until now, she'dplaced the Maenad leader in the 'power hungry bitch' category. She'dhave to reassess, for the woman next her was far more layered than sheimagined. "I'm going to make his translation required reading for all. Candace,screamed at the top of her lungs in terror.She had the uneasy thought that she must look like something out of a Medieval ,oil painting.A canvas of an innocent child brought down to the pits of Hell.For the sensual gratification of legions of demons.Like a Philistine the black boy socked it to her.He entered her dryly,humping vigorously.It was agonizing and Candace,pushed against his shoulders.Hands scurried over her.Tweaking her nipples and pinching her flesh.Her hair was being pulled. Let me cut short the introduction and start the main story quickly.I reached Madurai at 10.30 AM in the morning, took a share auto from the bus stand to reach her house and rang the door bell. After waiting for 2 minutes, door opened and I saw Aunty in a white coloured saree carrying her son in her arms.She was more beautiful now, with a glow on her face after c***d birth, and my eyes looked at her bosom which was very big now. Her pallu was off from her right boob , showing her boobs size from.