I called her the perfect love doll and sex was always great. She loved her orgasms no matter how she got them. While she would rarely instigate sex (a...Catholic thing I think), there was never anything physical that she would not do or let me do to her.We were in our late twenties and after living in our starter home for a few years we decided to move up to a larger house. We hired a realtor, but totally forgot that several times a week we would have to leave the house and go off somwehere while. I enjoyed looking at her as she would lounge around the house in the summer. She would wear tank tops and shorts most of the time and didn't seem to be afraid to show off what she had, at least to me. We would flurt a bit but nothing too obvious. I would tell her that she looked so good that if I was 20 years younger, her mother would have a problem. From time to time I would be very frank about what people might say if she were to go to the wrong place wearing some of her reveling. I looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to whatjust took place and was relieved to find that none was awake orable to see our action. I continued sliding my cock up and downLaura’s cunt as it remained hard. Laura rested her head on myshoulder and rode my dick slowly but steadily. Then when herelbow stated to rub my side, I noticed that she was not onlyallowing me to fuck her, she was busy massaging orientalgirl/boy’s dick, keeping him engaged in the action that for somereason. We were treading on fine line and I can never forget the day my gf crossed it. Send your regards at It was a Saturday in the month of May. My gf was alone in her house. As usual we were talking on phone and the door bell rang. My gf was pissed. She didn’t want to be disturbed that day. She kept me on hold and angrily marched towards her balcony as she assumed that it must had been some kid who wanted his ball. She looked down the balcony only to find Vipin with pack of files. Her feet went.