She was covered from forehead to chin with jizz dripping from her cheeks and nose. Charlene looked up with a loving smile as if she was thanking him, ...ut said nothing.He fell asleep quickly still wearing his tux. In the morning, Bjorn rang downstairs to have his suit dry cleaned and order breakfast. The tux was wrinkled and stained from the night's activities and hung on the night stand waiting for the bellhop to arrive. Charlene still wore the gold crotchless thong. but not the pasties. Mera dimag kharab to tab hua jb unhone humare gher se shift kr lia mene socha ki ab to moka kbhi nhi milega lekin asa nhi hua kuki unhone humare area k pass hi shift kia tha or wo mere gher mom se batchit krne ati rehti thi.Ek din bhaiya ka call aya mere gher me or unhone papa se bola ki mjhe gao jana h kyuki unke chacha ki death ho gyi h or kha ki bhabhi gher me akeli h or kha ki zara aplog dhyan rakhna.Bhabhi subh humare ghar aai or din ka khana bhi humare gher me hi khaya fir shamko jb jane. ”“No silly. I mean as a stimulant to the front of your body. Like this,” she said, handing me her wine glass.She spread her legs, held on to the edge of the spa, and positioned herself so a jet was blasting directly into the pussy area of her barely there suit. It took me a few seconds to figure out what was happening but then it hit me. Not much longer and I saw her face contort, as she uttered, “Ohh yes, damn, that was great!“You should try it. The result is the same but the build up. She felt her body respond, her hips moving in rhythm with his fingers. His other fingers tweaking her nipple, brushing the droplets of milk.He bent his head down and licked her nipple, although she knew he didn’t really like tasting her milk, unlike his son. When he knelt between her thighs, she was ready for him. She felt his cock at her entrance. Then with his hand, he rubbed his head against her lips.Then up to her clit where he pushed lightly with his hips and rubbed his cock tip against.