As I finally collapse, spent, on top of her, both she and I grind each other slowly, the final oozes of cum flowing into the depths of this voluptuous...woman. Her whimpering stops and she sniffs away the last of her tears. “You O.K.?” I whisper. “More than O.K.,” she whispers back. She sniffs and then giggles faintly. “But you are going to pack that fucking thing and all your toys away now! Got it?““Got it!” I obey, and laugh back. After a few minutes, I realize that this satifying coupling. Priya and i sat on a sofa sitting beside each other and exchanging naughty smiles and then i asked her that where was her son, as he was not to be seen. Priya smiled at me and said,’ i have sent my son to one of his friend’s house for the whole day, so that my son will not see that we are having honeymoon intimately in the bedroom.’ now the real fun started from here when priya asked me to follow her to the bedroom. As a result priya took me to her bedroom and told me,’ darling please close the. 1. An Arrival at Saint Michel The austere grey stone building stood alone on foreboding moors, indifferent to the ebb and flow of life within and without it. Sparse trees bent and warped from relentless winds scarcely reached the bottom of the second floor windows. A twisted rutted road, muddied from the recent rains stopped abruptly at two massive oak gates blackened with age. Approaching this inhospitable place, an open cart rumbled along the fog bound road its creaks and groans swallowed by. Frank pushed his legs apart again, smiling.“It’s OK, let it get some air, where those thorns were. You really are a big guy for your age, right?”Brian shrugged, smiling as his foreskin peeled back a little on its own.“You should get a little more rest, then get up when you feel like it. Looks like another beautiful day so you can laze around on the grass in the sun.”Brian returned to his bed and dozed happily while Frank washed the bowls and prepared some breakfast for his other young guest. An.