He buries that bone to the hilt and leaves it there. I can feel that fat dick twitch as he cums. It must have been good for him as it takes a while to...subside. He's still hard as he pulls that fat monster out and I turn around to see the b**st.There's quite a load of cum in the reservoir of that rubber. Nice! I'm pretty happy that my cleanout job apparently was sufficient, as I don't see any shit on the stick. I reach over an pull the full rubber off and drop to my knees to taste that slippery. But it is much easier to remove a t-shirt without one’s fingers stuffed into one’s face. Besides, I want to play with my tits. Off it comes, over my head and onto the pile with the rest of my clothes. Again, I shake my red mane causing my tits to jiggle. The only thing left to take off are my very, very wet knickers. But first, I think I’ll suck on a nipple. I start to lick my left nipple like it’s an ice cream cone. Big, sweeping licks that really make it wet. Then I flick my tongue around the. ”“Sure as heck sounded like it.” She took a swallow of coffee, then looked at me with eyes like blue lasers. “And don’t say ‘Uh’ this time!”Taking my lines from the borrowed mug, I replied, “Yes, ma’am.”“Good boy.”We both sipped our coffee in silence. She studied me over her cup; I avoided eye contact. I no longer feared a karate kick. I merely prayed that, for whatever reason she continued to size me up, it wasn’t going to hurt badly.After a half cup, I found my voice. “Where’s Kim?”“Hmmm, Kim. The door of the room did not have a lock. I walked around the room few times. She used to push and close the room upon my arrival. Couple of days later, my bhabi’s father had a stroke. My bhabi and brother had to go there suddenly, leaving me behind. My bhabi asked Komola to take care of me.Komola assured her that she would take care of her devar. As we were roaming around the house after they left, My heart was pounding, thinking me alone with Komola. In the late afternoon, I needed some.