Though her boobs are hanging now, she has the same shape she had when I saw her that day. I have fucked her like anything but she still makes me crazy...when I think about seeing her half naked in the room in my childhood. Today she is my slave and she does all I want. That is a different story altogether, if you want to know them read my other stories. After this I had no luck and my life was very dry. I had to imagine Girija aunty and masturbate every day. She was giving me the ultimate. She: sorry sorry sorry. I didn’t do it intentionally.Me: hey, don’t be sorry. As I said in beginning, you don’t need to control. You can do whatever you need.By saying this, I started massaging again. She had the extreme pleasure and somehow controlled herself by touching my dick. Breast massage got over. This time I wanted to give her easy access for my dick. So I went towards her head. My dick is completely erected and standing in the middle of her face. I could feel her hot breathe over my. At that point she could care less if she interrupted Kaija and John. Ally wanted-no, she needed-some breakfast, and she certainly wasn't going to venture over to the dining commons in her robe!Ally knocked on the door loudly enough to be heard if they were awake, yet softly enough not to wake them if they were asleep. When no one responded, she eased the door open quietly and slid into the room. Her heart warmed at the sight of Kaija and John cuddled up on the loft. They looked so peaceful. There’s only one other person in my life that will lick it for me’. What? How could this be anymore tempting than anything I have ever done before. Well… one thing lead to another and I was rolling and pounding her and licking her senseless. She grabbed wine bottles, bananas, her dad's snap-on tools, her moms spatulas, cucumbers, and begging me to slowly insert them. She got off 3 times...just went crazy into a humping senseless trance, begging me for more and getting wetter than ever and then.