I don't care! I really don't care now!She became possessed with her own body. It was beautiful and she knew that she was flushed and straining for a c...imax. She groaned in frustration as her fingers thrust deeper and harder, but they were not enough. Desperately, she realized that they wouldn't bring her to orgasm this time, that more was needed, yet her hand beat on with insane staccato against the sheets.And then suddenly the slight gray head of Lord Marlowe bent over her, blotting out her. My cunt was dripping wet and my breathing getting heavier.The scent of sex began to fill the air as he slowly unbuttoned my blouse further. He stopped short of taking it off fully. Choosing to pop my titties out with my blouse still on. I slipped my bra off and down the length of one arm, removing it completely.By now my blouse had about two buttons only holding it together, my young tits fully on display for my dirty old admirer.He began to roughly massage and knead my swollen nipples and then. Phir hum dono chal diye naha ne. Aunty ne apne kapde utarne shuru kiya kyaa nazara thaaa red bra jisse chuchi bahar aa rahi thi red panty jo v shape thi aur dono gand ke side dikh rahi thi… Gori gaand man kiya ki chaat jaun…. Phir maine apne kapde utarne shuru kiya last me mein apne underwear mein tha aur lund underwear se bahar aa gaya thaa as it was erect fully…Aunty boli baap re itna bada meine kaha haan toh unho ne kaha uncle ka bhi itna bada nahi hai… Phir unhone shower on kiya aur naha ne. The water was beautiful: right temperature, full of bubbles, and a beautiful lavender scent. I slid down and closed my eyes.My thoughts homed in on Richard. As I wondered what he might be doing, my hands moved over my body, caressing my breasts, sliding over my tummy too… Wow! What’s happening? Have my hands got a will of their own? Of course not. But I was amazed that just thinking about Richard had got me so aroused. Let’s face it, I hardly knew the guy.Ahh, to hell with it, I thought and.