He gripped her hips and Doris turned her head a little, but otherwise did nothing. John guided his cock towards her waiting cunt, and let its head rub...along her pussy lips. "Are you really a whore, Doris?" he asked. She muttered a barely audible "No." John continued rubbing his cock along her cunt. "Then why are you here," he said. "You were dressed like a whore, and look at you now, stockings and suspenders, taking anybody's cock, getting fucked by anybody that wants to fuck you." No!" Doris. I slowly started inserting it. I was only able to put a quarter of my finger. I then realized this isn’t the way at the same time, she said first, work your way through the little finger and the ring finger. You can’t straight away put your middle finger.She was right and I was able to put my little finger straight away and my ring finger with a little difficulty. I then slowly inserted my middle finger. This time it went about 60% deep as I was pushing further, she, screamed with pain. I. ?You made a request of me that I couldn’t do, we argued and I left. Three years ago. That’s it. I’m surprised you’re here, it’s nice to see you, but that’s it, Robert.? she sighed and turned back toward the street. He strode forward and grabbed her arms and pulled her into a kiss. She meant to struggle, to pull away, to protest, she really did, but instead she melted. It was like the last three years hadn’t happen. His body knew hers and even as His mouth ravaged hers, His hand snaked. My wife was also standing too close to him and also trying to expose as much as she could. The next Monday we made up a plan to excite our landlord even more. I left to office in the morning as usual and Sunil leaves a bit late. My wife made a call to Sunil and said that she needs a help from him.She told that Rahul has already left to the office and her bathroom door was jammed and she was not able to come out after her bath and also said that the front door of the house is open and requested.