.i said cmon and went on kissing her and biting her lips and licking her neck and shoulder , though she was resisting I could sense that her breathing...went heavy like seee.seeee.Next I just slid my hands under her kameez and felt her boobs above bra , squeezed them then slid my hands under her along the line of her bra and unclipped her bra making it loose, she now resisted strongly but she felt weak as I was lying over her , then I slid up her kameez and pulled her bra over her boobs thus. The sight of them filled her with even more frenzied lust. “Fuck me,” she heard herself saying, “Fuck that tight ass,” but the man didn’t need much encouragement as he drove into her again and again, his handsome face contorted with pleasure. Now he started to pull back a little bit, not as deep, but with intent and she realized that the experience had somehow become even more pleasurable as he drove into the center of her pleasure, her prostate, her G-spot. The man responded when he heard her. By the time of my last orgasm, the room smelled like an Amsterdam brothel and we were all exhausted but happy. We just pulled a light sheet over us and went to sleep spooned together with me in the middle somewhere.Saturday morning I awoke to someone knocking on the door jamb to the master bedroom. I cranked one eye open, first looking at the clock. It was after ten a.m.Lisa Caldwell stood in the doorway laughing at the scene we portrayed. She was wearing demure jean shorts, chic platform. The project was bigger than Iplanned. I had to empty out all the cabinets under the sinks to reallyclean them out. I put on my yellow rubber gloves and, on my hands andknees, I scrubbed the insides of the cabinets with scouring powder andhot water.I also did the same for the medicine cabinets as well. As I was goingthrough these cabinets, I made a surprising discovery. In the medicinecabinet in the hall bathroom (not the master bath that we usually use)there was a container of birth control.