Now it was time to fuck my dearest mamiji’s ass,I stripped her saree, blouse, petticoat (she don’t wear panty). I turned her, spread my palm and p...aced them on the both the butts with my thumbs little away from crack. I pressed them and finally spread her cheeks apart with my thumbs. Her brown wrinkled asshole was visible and my tongue was out like a dog, I putted my two fingers in mouth made them wet and then stacked them on asshole. Rubbing them over asshole I pushed my face deep in her hot. She returned with our beers and my jaw about dropped. She was still wearing the little tank top but had shed the skirt and the sheer top. Below the tank was a baggy pair of shorts, cut high to the hip showing off her long stunning shapely legs. "There, now I feel better," she said as she sat down. I crossed my legs as she sat down next to me. It was all I could do to not show the growing bulge in my pants.She began flipping channels on the TV. "What shall we watch now?" she asked, presumable to. "I want you naked. I want to feel your skin against mine." Maybe we should stop for now." Sandy replied, fighting to control her breathing. Her pussy was soaked now, and the pressure of her jeans was becoming intense, especially with her improvised phallus pressing against her. She was hotter than she had ever been, and she realized that it was because of how much Kelly wanted her, and yet, how little she really knew about her."No way. Not after you got me this hot." Kelly growled, her hands. She opened the door as he adjusted the buttons on the front of his dress shirt. He was a handsome man, with a messy brown mop of hair on the top of his head (obviously the black hair came from their mother) and a boyish face. He was somewhat short at only 6’1” but it didn’t bother him. He raised the two girls by himself, since their mother had divorced him and run off with another man, but she never saw anger touch his features. He was always smiling or neutral. After all these years, she.