She pulled the slip over my head to lock me against her. "Lick me Mark. Kiss your mummy’s hairy pussy. Kiss it till I cum, Lick me darling." I didn'... need to be told twice. My arse was in the air rubbing against the knickers and slip as my mouth devoured her hairy pussy. She moaned loudly as I lapped. "Oh, Mark . Oh, oh, oh. That's goooood." She shuddered and pulled my head harder as she came on my face.She released her grip and I worked my way up to her face to kiss her. She licked me all over. Jack and Joan washed up the dishes, both girls having made sure they disappeared quickly.“Really? You weren’t allowed to do homework on a Sunday?” asked Jack“Mother was very ... religious. No, strict. She loved us dearly, but she was very, very strict. We went to a church that regarded Brethren as back sliders.” she laughed. It had taken a while, but the angular, humourless woman had slowly come out of her thirty year (or more) hibernation; she smiled more, and she didn’t look like a badly. Ruja’s father who lived in Bhopal was fine by this, but mine hit the roof. They insisted that no child of their would live in sin. A wedding was arranged and this is when I found my former lover was my wife to be ‘s mother, this was an awkward situation, but Ruja was surprisingly calm about the matter. At least I know who taught you to be so good in bed she said. Ruja and her mother had not been very close and since Sunali was also moving to Dehli in a few months, we decided it would be a good. So he was definitely in heaven now, with a huge cock up his ass and my lips wrapped around his. More than once, my husband had told me I was the best cocksucker he'd ever been with. And as an extra treat for Ken, I wet a finger in my mouth, reached under the teen's balls and worked that spit-moistened finger into Ken's tight ass as the two guys fucked, wondering how often, or even if Ken took it up the ass himself. Or if he just did the fucking. I'd have to ask him later. Though now it sure.