She wiped her mouth with the back of her hands and I could see the hunger in her eyes.“Now,” she said, patting the bed. “Finish me. Finish me.�...I thought these were odd words but I needed no encouragement. I jumped on her and she took my cock between her tits and managed to flick her tongue on the tip of it. Next I lie on the length of her, felt her soft, chubby body beneath me and was aroused again. She was kissing and licking my shoulders and I sucked on her soft ear, and then whispered into. I crept silently into the bedroom and inspected my sleeping bride. There was no evidence that anything had occurred. She was dressed in a pair of cotton panties, and a tight little pink shirt. The covers were thrown off her, as she usually gets hot at night. She was laying on her stomach, with her cute little ass propped up in the air by the blankets under her sleeping body. Part of me wanted to tear those panties off her and fuck her in the ass, like that guy had done only a few hours. But once upon a time she may not have known that this could happen and even without her willingness.One afternoon no one was there at our home. At 2:00 pm our door bell rang. Mom was wearing yellow transparent saree. At afternoon she usually sleeps for an hour, and thus her dress has got somewhat shattered. She slightly prepared her saree and hair and went to open the door. She opened the door, one salesman was standing out, “Madam, our company has recently launched new shampoo. It is very. Two chocolate kisses drew his eyes. After feasting on the young woman’s beauty, he produced a single white rose bud, crossed to her, and offered the flower.“If you take it, you will be mine forever,” he told her, “and first in my heart.” Dora had rehearsed him well.“You wish no test drive?” the almost disappointed Mirabelle asked.“No need!” the young man responded. “Belle, I’ve tasted your lips, your breasts, and your honey. I want your cherry only if you are mine.”Looking into his eyes,.