She slowly stood up and went back inside her house.Ronald stood there for a minute then looked down at his pajamas. There was a wet stain there in the...front. He had nutted on them and his dick was still rock hard. He tried to understand what he had just witnessed but he was immensely turned on. He knew he could never ask Juanita about it. Maybe she sleepwalks. The woman was even more gorgeous than he originally thought though and that image of her would be stained on his brain forever.Ronald. It was clearly a sign that I should continue my violation of her soft globes. But how could she know what she was enjoying? How could she know that she was being kneaded and massaged by me? Why would anyone dare to touch that which had been claimed for eleven years? It was clearly not the day for questions as a loud snore and a stir brought me back to reality. I remained, my hands frozen on her soft, plump posterior. I had somehow forgotten. At some point the darting of my eyes had slowed to a. She was looking very beautiful and sexy. Slim figure slightly swollened boobs which i had seen few minuts back. Dark green mini skirt thighs half nacked clear visibility ofnoval portion well shaped.i again confused looking at her.i thought she must be a wrong type of woman.i did not have any choice but to spend some time there. My mind was blowwing and she was also quite comfortable. She brought some cola and sat near me in the same sofa. I saw her thighs and boobs,which brought tension to me. Imagine the largest breasts you can reasonably imagine on a woman, and imagine those same breasts enfolding and stroking your erect penis, all the while smelling the alluring aromas of the oils she applied to her breasts so as to create less friction between her tits and your hardened shaft, your cock simply gliding through the chasm in between. You can imagine I was breathing fire. Up and down they went, in and out my penis went, and every so often she would lick the tip of my cock as if it.