She lays back, closes her eyes, sighs and after a few minutes she falls asleep.Brian opens the side gate and walks to the back yard. As he turned the ...orner he sees her laying on chaise lounge. He stops and stares."Holy shit, he thought. What a beauty."His cock twitches.'Boy, would I like to have some of that.'He reaches down and holds his half hard cock. He continues to watch her. He realizes she is asleep. He quietly walks closer.'Fucking outstanding. What a hot looking MILF.'He decides not. He was from Kerala and no need to tell about his spicy charm, especially with his extra long choppy hair and pink lips and a perfect gym toned body. Usually he wears slim fit formal shirts and perfect trousers that add up to his appeal and on Fridays when he comes in t-shirts and jeans, I have a hard time hiding my excitement. My eyes would wander all over his body and often keep staring at his bulging crotch, and I just wanted to tear those away and feed myself on his massive manhood.I have. Father Paul seemed to me to be a strange man, something I couldn’t put my finger on exactly, but yet still there.When in church, or standing behind the pulpit, he would talk softly of the words of God, but in school he was very stern.No one, and I mean no one, wanted to be sent to his office.For any reason.But, whenever he was over at our house, he always seemed to be very pleasant and I liked him. He was what I had considered a handsome man for his age, always looking proper and sparkly clean. She moved her hips in a circular motion, apparently trying to get in to some sort of rhythm. Finally there was faint trace of her wetness as she continued to rub roughly against my anxious mouth. Her hand returned to my swollen member, which was now aching for release (any girl who believes there’s no such thing as blue balls should ask any guy about it…we’ve all had it at one time or another…trust me). I licked harder at my wife’s cunt, trying to force my tongue up into her slit. The wetness.