Her gaze returns to her tablet, but the smirk does not leave those succulent lips for the remainder of the meeting. Again she composes herself and gat...ers up her pen and tablet. Standing up to depart she murmurs quietly, "see you next week." Then she is gone. After another minute or two, I'm finally relaxed enough to stand and walk out of the room. I lean back into my chair, again at full arousal at the memory of her. I can't resist it anymore, and my lust demands release. I spin my chair. She moaned in pleasing pain and I was humping, banging her like mad suddenly I noticed that our bedroom door was not fully closed and I can see someone.My MIL standing outside and we are on the other side of the door and she was on another side. I am not able to see her directly nor she. There is a mirror polished marble frame on the door and our reflection can be seen on it as if someone is watching us in mirror. I noticed that she is not aware that I have seen her neither my wife is aware. At afternoon she is eagerly waiting for 2nd round and we both bathed together and closed all doors and I was waiting in bedroom to my surprise she wore white saree with flowers and came to me sat beside me then I asked her yesterday’s encounter she said I am very happy because I never had such excellent sex with my husband he used press my boobs and fucked in missionary style only . I asked can I show more pleasure than yesterday she said I am waiting for thatI planted a kiss and lip locked for. She was really enjoying it. Her eyes was flickering, and she was breathing heavily. I grabbed her ass and started pumping into her with brute force again. She put her arms around my neck, lowered her body down on mine and had her face right next to mine. Our faces where now side, to side. I continued to rip her pussy apart, slamming into her with extreme force. White, bubble-like fluid was no leaking from between our organs. Her steaming, pre-teen pussy was now being fucked raw. Her innocence.