Pulled her saree… I cud not stop my self staring her like that only… she again laughed and she removed ma t shirt and unbuttoned ma jeans pulled i... down…. now only jockey was thru… she pulled that too…. she told me…”ma husband never allows me to suck his cock..” she took that in her mouth… and started sucking it…ma whole body was shivering n only thing what I was feeling is,,, I was in the heaven… as she was sucking ma cock I pulled her bra and started squeezing them… now l pulled her make her. I obliged by shifting my position and dragging across her clit. Her chest turned bright red, her head went back and a wail erupted from deep inside her. Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a blood pressure collar but it did not stop me from dumping a load of sperm into her. We lay on the floor for a while, then got cleaned up, dressed and as she left. ‘I will leave these carpet samples with you to look at.’ Mary got home the next afternoon. ‘Well, how did you get along with your cute little. “Cum now, Gwen. Cum on my cock while I fuck you,” I whispered in her ear.“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” she moaned as a second orgasm swept through her body.I held her tight as it made her body convulse. I loved her orgasms and I hoped she loved them on my cock.As Gwen’s orgasm let her relax, I shoved up into her one last time and shot my load, giving her five or six good spurts of cum.“Mmm!” she moaned when she felt it filling her cunt.“Oh, your body feels so good, Gwen! I want to fuck you again whenever. ”“Yeah… you’re right. It is black and red, I guess.”“I bet it would look better with red tights instead of black.”Elsie cocked her head to the side, considering it. “I’d look like a peony!” she announced. Brie burst into laughter, which caused Elsie to follow suit. “Red tights are too much like midnight mass on Christmas!”Brie conceded. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Hmm, what about no tights?” she offered, “What does it look like like that?”Elsie nodded. “Good call.” With that, she kicked off.