After a while she treated me like her little sister. She had a sister my age back home, so I was a convenient substitute in a lot of ways.None of this...would have happened but for her abilities in English. And she was a caring person. Surrogate mom/sister. In loco parentis. REAL parental type.Ysabela's place in my life solidified when Mom died. Dad said something he thought was fatherly about life choices. Hugged me, until my tears started to stain his shirt. Brought me home, sitting in the back. I slowly eased myself under the sheet and gently moved up to her sleeping body. As usual she was nude; we had given up sleeping in PJ’s long ago. I snuggled up to her back and spooned with her; my naked flesh almost burned by her hot skin. My hot nipples brushed against her back as I moved my pussy tight against her butt cheeks. As I started to d**** my arm over her, she stirred and started to roll onto her back, moaning a sleepy “Hello lover, welcome home.” Placing my hand on her hip, I. But there was one more yantra to be performed.I asked him to come to the third yantra and stand on it. Then I asked him to worship my vagina and apply kumkum over it. Then as per yantra, I lied on the floor on my back raising my legs to my breasts. I asked him to penetrate me while standing. Now he humped me while I was lying on the floor.I could feel his cock going right through my pussy from top to bottom as he drove through my cunt like a driller. His every stroke was getting powerful now. I. We stayed like that for several minutes, as my pulse rate slowly returned to normal. She just gazed at me and smiled.When I was something like normal, I turned my face to look at her and kissed her softly. She then whispered, "We're not done yet, my lovely," and she started pressing her palm into my bush ever so gently and rubbing in tiny circles."Ohh Kathy," I moaned."Yes, my lovely Beth?" You make me feel so good." I'm glad my lovely."She pressed harder and rubbed back and forth. My clit.