Maime usku cleave ko lik karna shuru kar diya wo sexy awaaze nikale lagiFir maine uski piche se zip khol di or usse olta lita kat uski peeth ko lik ka...ne laga or dheere dheere uski gand tak hath fera who aur bhi garam go rahi thi.Fir maine uski kameez utari or usse ek sMooch diya Wo baut acha reply de rahi thi Who baut garam go chuki thi Fir main usse chumta huya boobs par aya or bra te ooper se boobs ko chusne laga aur uske pet par aa gaya or uski navel ko chatne laga who ahhhh ki awaaze. He then leaves to go back to work. That’s when my son starts to leaves when he sees the coast is clear. As he goes out the door there is a plumber and his helper that are about to ring the bell. My son tells them to go on in. They are there to fix the sink in the master bedroom where we are and they catch us still eating each other pussies. They fuck us and one comes in my mouth the other in hers. She of course feeds her load to me. Now my son returns with three friends and asks if it would be. After several more minutes of passionate kissing, Kate mounted my left thigh and playfully pinned my arms to the mattress as she gently rubbed my naked and wet pussy with her left thigh. She broke the kiss and teased me with quick kisses and nibble on my face, and my neck. She leaned foreword and dangled her breasts in my face. I was lost in a fog of erotic delight as I kissed her pale, firm breasts and sucked her small rock hard nipples. Kate playfully avoided my questing lips and teased me. "Well yeah. The boys around there aren't too great. They're all little rednecks. I don't want a redneck boy. I want someone who don't go huntin' and wear cowboy boots. Ya know?" He laughed as he lit another cigarette. "No not really." Are you?" I asked. "No." He started out at the lake. "Got a girlfriend?" I asked. Not knowing what else to say."Nope. All the girls I know are little whores. And if they aren't whores then they're bitches. It sucks, bad." He laughed.I laughed. We sat.