Ab main deere deere uski neck aur uske baad uske boobs ko kameej ke uper se suck karne laga to uske muh se ajeeb se abajen aane lagi to main samajh gy... ki ab wo garam ho chuki hai uske baad mene deere deere ek haad kameej ke under daal hiya aur bra ke uper se uske boobs ko dabane lega.Baad main mene uski kameej utar di wo kuch nahi boli kynki wo puri tarah garam ho chuki the. Usne sexy lace black ki bra pahan rakhi thi aur wo apne boobs apne dono hatho se chupane lagi, main time waste nahi. She thanked me for giving her words to hear like "Mom," "Mommy," "son," and "daughter," when she became my wife. She finished by thanking God for the wonderful man to stand beside who is her husband. When she finished and said, "Amen," to much echoing, there wasn't a dry eye in the house. The cake was cut and passed out.I was in the living room sitting in my big easy chair. Laura came in and sat in my lap. She put our plates to one side and spent what felt like an hour kissing me. If I wasn't. Once shafts of golden sunlight sparkled off the tile-clad façade pot marked with missing tiles like a jigsaw uncompleted, now tiles hold precariously to the wall, their patina of grime relieved by aerosol graffiti and reflect only decay and abandonment. In the courtyard rats and mice scuttle under the watchful eye of a scrawny flea ridden cat to scavenge amongst the waist high weeds and border plants their roots using the years of neglect to reduce tiled pathways into a chaos of stones levering. . her long slim legs, already apart and positioned either side my knees... her skirt riding up to reveal her dainty white and slightly damp panties. Holding her by the hand I drew her to her feet and we kissed passionately, like lovers, light at first but getting heavier, out tongues probing and clashing with each others. Our hands began to explore each other... over chests and breasts and bums, over pussy and cock and heads and necks. Our kissing became a desperate affair as our hands began to.