Es sah aus als wäre sein Schwanz durch die Vorfreude noch gewaltiger geworden und er streichelte sich genussvoll darüber. Mama versuchte indes mit b...iden Händen ihre Brust vor der Tortur zu schützen. Papa schmunzelte darüber und gab ihr einen kräftigen Schlag durch ihre gespreizten Beine auf ihre Muschi. Sie stöhnte laut auf und stützte sich gleich wieder auf dem Bett ab. Papa massierte jetzt ihr baumelndes Euter hart durch. Meine freie Hand war auch längst unter meinem Oberteil verschwunden. She loves to have him do that. It is her favorite activity. (mine too) He licked her clit and fingered her G spot. she was pouring wet. she moaned his name loudly and told him how good of a job he was doing. she started bucking her hips wildly, throwing him all over the front seat in a sort of scissors lock on his head. She came calling out his name. It took her a while to settle down and come back to Earth. When she did, she rubbed his hard dick through his pants and asked him to fuck her. He. “I love… your cock.” But I said it slowly, hungrily, as if I’d just popped a bon-bon or a truffle into my mouth, and it came out more like “caulk,” like Julie Christie in “Shampoo”—if I hadn’t been squeezing said rod, he might have thought I was talking about his watertight silicone sealant. Slowly, I pulled away the elastic of his shorts and drew out his erection, a dim greeny-gray mushroom-headed pole in the dashboard glow. Beautiful. Bone-stiff. I bent to it. It smelled dark and leaf-moldy. “Nikhil” I said “Do you often take liberties with a woman old enough to be your mother?”His response was to hold my hand. I then felt him stroke my inner thigh under the table. His hand caressed the flesh between my blouse and saree. He slipped his hand down caught hold of the hem of my saree and my petticoat and gathered them up my thighs. I was so surprised and excited that involuntarily I lifted my hips and parted my thighs, enabling his fingers to pull my panties down to my thighs. He then.