My husband was gone since a month and I was feeling extremely lonely and did not want to lose this opportunity. As soon as I heard Hira bolting her do...r from inside, I returned to my bedroom and gave a miss call to FIL.Soon there was a soft knock on the door and I felt my heart knocking under my blouse too. “Come inside I have not locked it” I whispered as I slowly opened the door. He locked the room from inside and hugged me tightly, saying “Now koi bahana nehi chalega”“Babuji, mein kahan. "Yes, but he wanted me to have hands on experience of what goes on inside the case so he made me strip an old Pentium II down and rebuild it. Sometimes he can be really mean." She was laughing as she said it and then went on, "Helen came round and brought us both a gift and a plate of hot mince pies, Pete Gatliff and his wife came and were surprised by my being there. We cooked a wild pheasant, which was a first for both of us, but it turned out okay and it made a pleasant change from the usual. I rim you for many minutes, dipping into your anus and driving my own arousal through the roof. I could do this for hours, but I know you long to have my cock there. Your arsehole wet with my saliva, I offer my cock up to the tight opening, while holding you beneath the chin with the hand you had just been sucking, while gripping your hip with the other. You help me by using your right hand to continuing gripping the shelf, and the left to pull your cheek to one side. You flex your tight hole. He was not alone in following this routine for his neighbour Stan McGraw did exactly the same and each and every day (Sundays excepted when they went to church) they would share the same booth where they both would order and eat the same items from Bubba's menu and go through the same conversation as days previous as they devoured their eggs, bacon and grits washed down with coffee. Between mouthfuls Red would share his interpretation of the world of Hawksville as he saw it with a presumption.