I called the office. The general secretary answered. I asked to be transferred to Luke.She paused for a moment, and I wondered if she recognized my vo...ce. How many times had I phoned when Mark left his cell home?Regardless, she said nothing and put me through."Hello?"My eyes shut with relief. What I would have done if he hadn't answered, I didn't know. "I'm in the staircase. Come now." Lucy? Lucy, what the hell are you doing?" Come now or I'll come to get you."The phone clicked. I knew he was. He could feel her walls sucking his cock as they fucked. Sharon barked and yowled and arfed and howled and swiveled and twirled and wiggled and whirled with every powerful plunge of their synced bodies. Willy felt like a rodeo rider without a saddle horn to hang onto.So he hung onto her ass. Sharon had a tight ass and there wasn’t a lot of loose flesh hanging around, so he dug his fingers deep into her crack, spreading her, which elicited a loud, high-pitched eek. He slipped a finger into her. I thought he either has OCD or he was teasing me. He was so beautiful, tall and slim, not over muscular but not skinny, and well defined. Pauls penis had been very thick and quite stubby. This penis was what I had expected from the talk of the pot bank girls at home in Stoke on Trent fifty years ago, snakelike. Slender like him and at least a couple of inches longer than Paul’s, and instead of sticking straight out like Paul’s, Michael’s curved gently upwards from a little patch of curly hair.. One of my maternal aunt (maami) was staying there for the past 5 years. She used to stay in a chawl (Rented rooms common in the Mumbai suburb). My mama was in an African country and was yet to take mami with her. So she was staying with her daughter who was 5 years old. They insisted me to stay with them as this will help maami and also she will have company. I was new to my job and was not earning enough to rent an independent room. So I agreed.My maami was a mature woman, with ripe features.