He was now pounding Sarah, his pelvis slapping noisily against her bottom and thighs. He moved her expertly so her head and back were now lying flat o... the sofa. He leaned forward and sucked hard on her nipples. She moaned again arching her back forcing her breasts upwards to help him. I watched tranced as Dean continued to pound Sarah’s pussy. His rhythm was relentless and I could tell Sarah was nearing orgasm. She was gripping the sofa her eyes rolled back into her head. Then she came hard. "You haven't been sleeping either. I've heard you up and pacing at night." It's nothing, just a little case of insomnia. I'm fine." She laughed at the doubting expression in his eyes. "Really, I am. I was just thinking about making my mother's favorite recipe. When I went into the fridge, it hit me. You know, thinking about her, knowing and I knew she was alive. I can see her face, but I can't remember her name. She's my mother and I can't remember her name."Nathan pulled her resisting form. The wetter she gets the closer to my cock her hand comes. Soon she would be rubbing my cock head vigorously. I get very hard too. Then she says ‘Tell na Adarsh’. I know what she wants but I tease her and ask ‘tell what’ She says ‘you know’ I say ‘I know but the menu is long. What will you have today?” and she says ‘you doing your mother’That means I have to do most of the telling today. She will only lie back, enjoy and ask a few prompting questions.‘You want me to begin at the beginning or in. Slowly they climbed the staircase to the first floor of the manor house,gently he guided her along the corridor to the playroom, the only sound forthe moment the soft rustle of her long silk skirt. Her marked disinterest when he had first mentioned the room had momentarilyangered him, the condescending way she had said 'how interesting' when he hadtold her of his collection of toys. As if such things were beneath her, asif such a passion on his part could be no passion at all, but indicative.