I willsay that you write well and have a good sense of what a woman feelsbut I am shocked by some of the passages." Will you finish the book?" Oh yes,...but I may blush a bit while I do."Over dinner we didn't speak much about the book but when we returnedto Aunt Clara's house I brought us back to the subject. We sat by thefire and sipped cocoa as the wind battered the windows. I hadprepared a short speech and dove in."Aunt Clara, I need to tell you more about the book, Corrita delBarco and about. Repeat. Repeat. Then deeper and deeper with each stroke. I could feel my testicles slapping against her beautiful ass as I slammed deeper and deeper until I was all the way in again. She cried out, “I can’t cum again, but I want you to!” I kept on. Surprisingly she started to respond again. “I can’t believe this, ” she gasped, “I’m going to cum again.” She flexed her hips up in an effort to feel me even more deeply within her. Soon that wasn’t enough! With more strength than I thought she had,. Humne mil kar khana khaya.khana khaane ke baad wo dining table saaf karne lagi.tabhi achanak uski kamar mein dard hua.wo wahan se hil bhi nhi sakti thi.tabhi usne mujhe waha bulaya bed tak le jaane ke liye.wo chal bhi thik se nahi sakti thi.Uske apna right haath mere kandhe par rakha aur main apna left haath uski kamar par rakha.uski right chuchi meri chest par dabi huyi thi.maine use bed par le kar lita diya.usne mujhe cup board me se balm nikal kar uski kamar par malne ko kaha.wo bed par ulti. "Leanne waited patiently as the receptionist remained frozen in position before eventually, with great effort, reaching two inches to the side to grab a small book."You'll need to sign in." She stated impassively.Leanne was determined not to let this grumpy old woman bring her down and smiled pleasantly as she filled in the book. "What's the date?" she asked, instantly regretting forcing more conversation out of the receptionist than was completely necessary."October 31st," came the brusque.