”“I know Ma’am but a fist don’t shoot no cock juice do it,” Tilly explained, “I likes a nice good squirt of cock juice me self, I just hav... to hope as I don’t get caught.”“Hush,” Mary whispered, “Someone will hear us.”Tilly set about stretching Mary’s vagina to its absolute limit her forearm now deep inside her.Tilly found it a strange feeling having her employer at her mercy, she wasn’t in to girls really but it gave her a feeling of power having her hand deep in Mary.“Mary,” Harry anonnced as. Just the thought of not knowing who it could be was exciting. I start to think about the possibilities as I keep watch for you. It could be anyone I think with excitement! It could be that hot chic in my home room class, who I would love to fuck the shit out of. Or it could even be my own sister, who has no idea that I would love to throw her down on the bed and lick that juicy wet pussy while I rub around her ass hole.I have been thinking about it ever since I walked in on her in the bath.. I used to come home from college around 4 pm and used to teach neha from 7 to around 8-30. She was above average in studies and was improving quickly while I used to get a hard-on just thinking about bhabhi. Bhabhi was sweet.She used to offer me snacks, etc and she was happy with neha’s performance as she scored very good marks in semester exams.Bhabhi was really happy and thankful to me. Whenever I used to get a chance I used to catch glimpses of ass or boobs through her saree but things. He went to his room to change. I told him if he needs he could use Sudarshan’s gown as my husband rarely got up from the bed and his clothes were all in almirah lying useless. I must confess that night when my son donned his father’s bathrobe , I forgot he is my son, for an instant. I imagined my husband standing in front me in his youth and looking at me. I smiled to myself at this thought and felt a distinct feeling which was not the typical mother son feeling but something elevated and.