Ananya lost in ecstasy gave out a shriek when Arav bit on her nipples. She was driven crazy and implored to be fucked, but Arab was in no mood to make...things easy.He ran to the kitchen to get the chocolate syrup.Arav came up with bowl of syrup and Ananya was surprised.He opened her panty and her pink clean shaven pussy was all wet with the love juices that oozed. It smelled intoxicatingly awesome. It was more intoxicating than a 50 year old matured Scottish wine.It appeared that night as if. I thumbed through my text messages. There was the message I wrote to them. Composed but not sent.“Oh, crap,” I groaned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hit send. It’s still sitting here. It was so intense yesterday. This photographer works like I do. She completely isolates things and doesn’t want any interruptions.”“It’s true,” Kate said next to me. “The text is here on his phone. I’m so sorry, darlings.”“We were worried,” Melody whimpered.“Are you okay?” I asked.“Yes. But we miss you. And last night .... At the time it was difficult to tell if she was wearing anything else. It was a sure thing that she was not wearing a bra, for as she was walking away I saw no straps. I waved and smiled at her, she returned gesture. I would have sworn she winked, but cannot be sure. When you are my age, the most innocent gesture can seem to be a come on. I went inside fixed myself a daiquiri and decided to just chill a while. I know its not even 8 o'clock and I am having a drink. Hey its noon somewhere. After. I love it when you fuck me hard."I froze in mid thrust — Daddy? What the fuck was that all about?Rebecca, realising I had stopped in shock, pretended it was my name she called out. "Desi, don't stop. Do it harder, Des, I'm coming, Des ... Oh, Oh Oh."She kept thrusting against my diminishing prick, and had such a head of steam my lack of wood was no barrier to her reaching her orgasm.She came with a shudder and a final shriek.She kissed me, climbed off my now flaccid and shrunken prick, and.