She still had the smile on her face. I gave an awkward smile back and came back. She continued her work while I sat in the living room, nervously, wha... if she complains to my parents. What would her next move be?Finally, she finished the work and came to the living room and said “vella mudinchuthu.”(works are all over.) and walked towards the door. I abruptly called her “Savitha aunty.” She looked and asked what, like nothing had happened. I asked sorry to her. Her reply was interesting “Idhula. "Dan! I thought you said she was eighteen." She sucked in a breath. "She's NOT eighteen." What makes you think that?" I asked."Oh, I don't know. Let's see!" she said through clinched teeth. "Exactly how'd it go? Oh yeah. As in "Cindy, how old are you really?" and she says "fourteen"!"Cindy said, "Dan, I didn't want to lie."Sheila got the next question. "She didn't look eighteen. She's fourteen. A child! You could go to jail."Cindy fielded this one. "Yeah. If we weren't married. But we are.. Now they were all that mattered and she had vowed to protect them and raise them with love. A devoted mother, Sue seldom dated and her sex life consisted of her fingers and a toy tucked away in the back reaches of her bedside table.On the nights when her yearnings became strong, she would usually pleasure herself while recalling her husband's touch and warmth. But sometimes those old secrets would bubble up and she would find herself back in her childhood bed, a young teenager discovering. All he needed to do was nod his head toward the rod; her open mouth pounced. Eight glorious minutes later, he uttered the words, "I'm fixin' to cum, Marge; get ready to swallow it all."Don could tell it wasn't her first rodeo when she would squeeze his cock hard enough to slow the flow, in order for her throat to keep up. When the last of the sticky juice was inside her stomach, she spent another few minutes licking and cleaning the last, reluctant, drops as they emerged.Between his late Carly.