I take her out to eat three or four times a year for dinner and dancing.Time passed as it always does and in 1993 Jean got married to a lawyer from Ko...ak. I was promoted to supervisor to run the digital department for them. I am making real good money but I'm not that happy. I really miss married life with Sara. I had missed it always, even when I was with Jean.The house is finished now but very empty except when the kids come to stay with me. There is a lot of housework and outside work to do.. The only room in front of me, at the end of the floor, was my sister’s and its door was closed shut.I tiptoed towards it. Yeah, that was definitely Mike and Sam, though I couldn't make out what they were saying. I assumed they were looking through Jess’ phone and I could only hope she hadn't been sexting anyone.As you may have guessed, when I opened the door I saw something far worse.My sister’s quilt had been thrown to her feet, most of it spilling onto the floor. With a shock I noticed the. Usne meri chain kholi aur bhookhi sherni ke jaise mere lund pe toot padi.me utejna k maare gaadi nahi chala paa raha tha. Wo mere lund ko chuse jaa rahi thi aur mere haath se steering ghooma ja raha tha. Anyways wo bahut acha choosna seekh chuki thi. Mai uske soft soft baal ko pakad k uska muh apne lund pe dabate jaa raha tha. She did it for fifteen to twenty mins.. magar me jhada nahi. Wo boli what is this jaanu. Maine bola baby tumhare ghar pahuchne wale hai so kal finish karte hai. She said. He rubbed them well with his fingers before sliding his cock in. Bent forward he started pounding her from behind. Occasionally he would pull her up to play with her breasts and then push her back again to concentrate on the fuck. Tears ran down her eyes unable to bear the pleasure and secretly she prayed to make it stop. He would grab her breasts tightly and squeeze them to shuffle her between pain and pleasure. He would grab her hairs and pull them hard in vigor to fuck her harder. And when.