“Is he out there?” I asked softly. “Who?” Andrea asked, suddenly nervous. “You’re mine,” I said, tightening ...y grip on her hair again, drawing her head back. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed. “Fuck me,” she purred. ~~~ Eight long years had passed and I had almost forgotten. Almost forgotten that hot summer night when I stepped onto the back porch at my parent’s house, weary of the mini-drama that played on. The assignment was simple, the target was easy, just getting in was the hard part. That was what she was told anyway. The hired killer reached the outermost perimeter gates. The iron bars were wide enough for the assassin to squeeze, or so thought. Passing the right arm through the assassin cursed her breasts. Thought the leather outfit could easily slide through with little chance of grazing, the pain was noticeable. Once through she searched for an entrance. The assassin thought back to her. Our tenant passed away due to malaria. His bride, Susheela, a few months younger than me, pleaded with my stepmother to let her keep the portion. Neither her in-laws nor her parents were offering her abode. She was asked to get ‘mundan,’ i.e., head shave to live in our house.I remember being attracted to her big eyes and shiny hair at first. When her husband was alive, ‘Bhabi’ was covered from head to toe in ornaments and draped in sarees. But after his demise, she appeared in white sarees with. You want me to cum on you, huh? You want my cum?" he panted. "Yes! Yes! Cum on me!" she said, just about screaming it. Micheal could feel his balls tighten and his ass muscles flex inward as his cock made a few point-of-no-return twitches underneath his blur of a fist. He inhaled deeply and arched his back while he held his aim as best as he could. His orgasm overtook him as three strong, milky ropes of cum erupted from the tip of his cock. The first flew far and laid a thick stream across her.