”“Not the same,” said Ed while he opened one of three Dutch ovens and examined the contents. The pinto beans were ready for cooking. He put the ...id back on the Dutch oven.“You’re right,” replied Marguerite. She didn’t have a chance to check out the contents of the Dutch oven and was curious as to what was in it. Of course, she wouldn’t condescend to ask.Ed went through the rest of the food that he was going to cook. Sweet corn still in the husk and potatoes were the easy side dishes. He had the. Her arms, rested at her sides as if to pose for me, led up to her slender neck. Her hair was pulled up, but loosely enough to where it framed her beautiful face. She was gorgeous by every definition. She was as sexy as I felt."Come here," she whispered and motioned with her finger. I stood from the bed, still hard in her panties, and I walked to her. I wanted to dive into a passionate kiss, but she stopped me to stand in place. The palms of her hands pressed into my chest and I felt her soft. I cautiously went to her window and peeped inside. What I saw inside made all the hairs stand on my skin. Pratima was lying completely naked on her bed. Both her boobs were looking so firm and her deep brown nipples were erect and juicy.Also her pussy was completely visible with little hairs on it and looking veyr tight. Since I knew she was married I was amazed to see such tight pussy. I went to her room’s door and gave it a push. Strangely it was not locked. Now Pratima was lying infront of. While she was getting into position I took the opportunity to wipe all the cum of my face with my hands.I positioned myself behind her, with my knees on the bed. I took a hold of her waist with both hands and probed the entrance of her soaking wet, slit. Amy reached back and guided my cock toward her tight, small hole. My cock was swallowed up by her soft pussy lips and sucked into her warm, pussy. Actually it wasn’t warm, it was Hot. The feeling was amazing. The sensation of a blow job is.