AhhhhhhhhhhhhhShe was speaking something roughly, tightened her jaws; I saw her spitting saliva out. Her mouth was deliberately, moving her head to-an...-fro, while her face became reddish. Her pussy was still dripping and slid in with little struggle; filling her with my entire length, she was tight.I needed some lubrication. I spit on my hand and took some saliva from her pussy and applied it on my penis . Her womanhood wrapped around my shaft like a glove as she put her arms around my neck,. . Mathe, mathe… Enu illa… She blushed.. Idakinta olle chance and time sigala, tell me, I’m here for u anta helde….She blushed again and pulled me closer and whispered… Lick me down there, saw her opening my eyes wide open.. And asked u sure just by shaking my head and she shook her head even more happily. Moved down… Loosened her saree which was around her sonta pulled out saree and kept aside. She was wearing a 3/4th.. Slowly pulled it down. She wasn’t wearing her panty, lovely fair skin ,. "Hands by your sides."That familiar flush went through my body as my father's eyes looked over at me. I knew he liked to look at me in this thin white blouse. My nipples, even though they were still kind of small, always got so hard when Daddy stared at me this way. It was easy to see them through the shirt."First," he began, "Tell me why you are upset. What made you cry? You know it hurts me when you are sad."My bottom lip poked out in a perfect little girl put. Maybe if I seemed really upset,. Before I'd even drilled the first holes in the wall, she was wanting me to drill holes in her body. I thought this would have to be another of those tactful brush-off jobs. But like I say, there's no point trying to be logical about sex. For the first time ever, I started to notice a woman's feet. Of course, I'd vaguely heard about the foot-fetish, but never paid it much attention. Now I was suddenly becoming aroused by the sight of Maureen's stockinged foot, shapely and poised, especially that.