Once more he kissed her soft belly button and her hard nipples. She felt his cock brush her knee and her body jerked. Then his lips were on hers and ...is tongue reached for hers, as her tongue responded and her hand reached down to find his hard throbbing cock. For just a moment she was aware of his gasping breathing, his shudder as she guided him to her entrance. He was soft and gentle as he entered her. She felt his warmth, his desire, his need. It felt as if he was becoming part of her. As. I was glad his relationship was most likely over with my sister. He was a dick anyway and I was happy to have facilitated the end of their time together. I heard them yelling for the next hour as I laid in my bed, my pussy sore from the hard fucking and the amount of sex that I’d had over the last two hours. I lit up a cigarette and smoked two more before I finally fell asleep, still excited, wet and filled with cum. My sister would hate me for it, but she’d eventually learn that he was no. "Nice apartment" I said "Very cool" No reply. Just a soft smile and an offer of more orange squash... Finally, feeling very stupid but compelled to do so, I asked her "Do you speak English?"Yes" She replied with a smile '" Not good like you and Hossain but I speak "her accent was heavy but I could understand her easily. I relaxed; at least a conversation was possible.Just then the telephone rang. Shama got up and disappeared through a door off the lounge.After a few minutes she called out. ”“What’s your number?”I told her it and a few moments later it chimed with a text. It was an address.“Pick me up from that address at nine tonight!” She said and with that she got out and walked away. “Interesting” I said as then pulled back out of the parking lot and headed home. As I pulled into the drive our next door neighbour, Ms Hunt or as she tells me Julie, was unloading her groceries. Julie was easily what you describe as a MILF. Blonde curly hair in her early forties, divorced, big.