On the sofa, CINDY grunts appreciatively andidly scratches at her armpit. The husband enters the living room with two steaming cups,brimful of Celesti...l Aromas Tea. CINDY grabsone of the delicate, flowered china cups witha meaty fist. As she takes a sip of the tea, her body undergoes a CG metamorphosis -- first her face changes, melting and softening into a beautiful, gentle female face with shoulder length golden brown hair. The camera then focuses on her hairy, masculine hands holding the. Again while bathing, we had a fuck session in doggy style. We then made each other dry completely and Shaily and me came out of wash room together and again hugged each other. She wore her saree in front of me and I also put my bermuda and t-shirt.She then went on to make breakfast and tea, but before that, she cleaned all the utensils in the sink for previous night. I also went in kitchen and helped her to put those at the right place. She then made omlettes and we had breakfast of bread,. Her juices bathed me as I pounded her.I gripped her hips, the table rocking beneath her as I fucked into her hard. I plowed into her with powerful thrusts. I slammed my dick into her hot depths. Her cunt squeezed around me. She gripped me. She teased me with that hot cunt. Her hips wiggled, stirring her snatch around my cock.“Damn!” I grunted. “Work that cunt. Show me all that you’ve learned. All that I’ve taught you.”“Yes, Mr. Davies!” she gasped, her pussy clenching around my dick. “Does this. Anna’s dad and I tried pissing games in a very small way for a few years before he was killed, I guess you were too young to notice. After his funeral, his mum had me make this promise.”She was actually crying now. She doesn’t do crying, last time I remember was at the funeral, and I lived pretty close to her for 7 or eight years after that.“Then today I just put two and two together – all that washing on the line when we got back from York, the smell of the dining room when I called this.