But mai bhi kaha rukne wala tha mai bhi unki choot me ungli ghumane laga aur finally ek time aaya jab maine unka G Spot dhund liya aur wo madhoos ho g...i.Ab wo bolne lagi ki Mayank tu hi aaj meri pyaas bhujayega tere chacha par toh mere liye time nhi h.Phir mai bhi apni normal position me aaya aur chachi ko bed par lete lete aage ki taraf mod diya aur unki tange khulwa di.Ab maine chachi ki nighty upar kari toh dheere se piche se apna lund daalne laga.Jaise hi maine apna lund halka sa unki chut. I decided to treat it like a one off and carry on with life keeping my mementos to remind me, I found a good hiding place although my wife isn’t a snooper but best to be safe, finding them would take some explaining.Life carries on and apart from cracking one off on Sunday using both pairs of panties as visual aids it was quite a boring day, a quick skype call with the missus and an early night.Monday was hotter than usual so the stretchy shorts were the order of the day and as it was a basic. Let’s go to your bedroom Alice.” I took Vincent’s hand and we hurried to my bedroom. I got on the bed and spread my thighs. Vincent got right between my legs and licked the sweet and tangy juices that were pouring out of my sweet and succulent pussy. His tongue was lapping at me like a hungry kitten. His tongue was licking my pussy in circles and then he pushed his tongue through my flimsy pussy lips. His tongue felt so good in my cunt. I was bucking my pussy into his face. “You eat pussy so. Oh, my poor Sly. I miss him so much. I just can’t believe he’s dead. He was so sweet and so good to me. He was the best damn lover I’ve ever had. Why his cock was…”“Miss Honeypot, if you could just answer the question and stick to the facts, please!” I interrupted, my irritation showing.“Well, you don’t have to be so callous! After all, the man I loved is dead now!” she cried out dramatically.“Yes, Miss Honeypot, and I am very sorry for your loss. Now, since it’s my job to find out who killed.