He looked at his clock again,it was 6am;time for morning prayers before breakfast.At 9am Abbot Anselm was sitting in his private study.He chose a book...from the one of the shelves that lined his study wall.A book he had not read in quite sometime;'The Eccesiastical History of the English People' by the Venerable Bede. As the old Abbot read there was a knock on the door,he bade the visitor to enter and was happy to see that it was brother Ambrose.Every morning brother Ambrose brought the Abbot a. My date undoubtedly was mystified but obviously more curious than ever, as well as really turned on. Consequently, as I quickly inserted myself into her pretty little wet pussy and began to fuck her, we began to overhear the rhythmic sounds emanating from the sounds of the bed squeaking as they began to fuck. I quickly climaxed and got up as the pretty little Latina got up as soon as I did and moved with me slowly to the open bedroom door to observe whatever we could. Although not a lot of. Kya karun … .Wo … .Agar …Mausi-wo..Agar kya hai … Agar fas jaye to pakad kr chod lena dono ko … ..Raj-sachchi !!!Mausi-aur kya … .Wo bhi bahar nahin jayegi … .Magar kisi ko pata nahin chale … . Ok.Raj-aaahh mausi tum kitni achchhi ho … Fir to tum teeno ki apni bna kr chudai kiya karunga … Aaaahhh.Maine ab mausi ke boob chusne lga.Wo khushi se chusa rahi thi …Mausi-aaaarram se maze le le kr chuso yaaar … .Kahin nahin ja rahi … .Sari raat tere sath soungi … .Jab tak chodega … .Main chudaungi …. I dropped to my elbows for a moment, “Wait, please … oh, my god, Jesse! That is soooooooo good. Do you feel how you fill me?” I raised back up to my locked arms and pressed back against him, encouraging him to begin, again.With long, firm strokes, he moved in and out, sliding lusciously, deliciously, amazingly. He reached around me, taking a breast in his hand, then the nipple. I loved it. I was going crazy for it. My god! My third orgasm was rushing up on me when I felt him drive firmly into.