It made me hungrier for her and curious about where Jack and Mick might be… Jenna and I lay wrapped in a delicious 69. Her lips sucked and teased at...the opening of my pussy. Jenna swirled her tongue furiously over my clit, then slowed down, then stopped only to renew rhythm. She slipped a finger into my asshole and I almost lost it. I kept my focus on her clit and sucked it, hard, holding on to my orgasm. Jenna must have known I was close. She pushed her pointer finger in and out of my tight. After a week, I went to a nearby tailor shop to collect my wife’s blouse where I again saw this lady with a little girl and now she had that bindi and mangalsutra, from which I understood she is married. She smiled at me and I smiled back at her. She was in her saree, this time her boobs looked round and bigger than the other day, may be she was wearing a loose bra on the other day. Her little girl also smiled at me.Then I casually started talking to the little one asking her name and what she. I jokingly told her she can come live there with me too if she wants to run away together. I'm assuming she couldn't possibly be stupid enough to run away with someone she's never met, but I can always dream. She is definitely hot and is the object of all my recent (and far too frequent) masturbation sessions. It's hard to tell from the pictures, but she seems to be about 5'8” or so, maybe 115lbs, fairly petite, just like I like them. Proportional tits, dark brown hair and eyes. She almost. ''Oh my god, no. Look, go now and I won't say anything.''I know you won't, you horny old bitch.''Please stop! I'll do want you want. I'll be nicer to you, but don't do this.''Sorry mum,' I panted, 'but this is what I want.' And I forced my rigid prick into her hot, wet hole. She made strange groaning and gurgling sounds as I began to fuck her.'Oh no, please stop,' she moaned, as I continued to fuck her with slow, deep strokes. Gradually she began to relax and then began to thrust her hips up at.