Her pussy pressed against my dick, a dripping, hot slit surrounded by her hot scales. She felt as silky as a human female, her juices coating my cock....She squeezed and flexed her body, driving her pussy down my dick.“You dare call me a naga-slut!” she snarled. “Do you know who I am?”“The slut pumping her cunt up and down my dick,” I groaned, her hot flesh gripping my cock, her silky sheath massaging it as her body flexed. I nuzzled between her breasts, reveling in their soft feel as pleasure. So that meant that there weren’t any kids running around making noise. But it also meant that some of the adults dressed a little skimpier than a typical family resort. In fact, he had seen a few women wearing Wicked Weasel bathing suits. He had heard about them and seen their web site. And, to his amazement, the web site was true to their word. He could see that the sheerness of the material left nothing to the imagination. More than once Steve’s penis reacted to the view. Steve had closed his. Reverend...”“Why don’t you call me Dulcie, Mister Upthorpe?”“Well... Dulcie... if we’re to be on first-name terms, I’m Don. You’ll understand, I hope, that in our church we’re,” he hesitated, as if groping for the right word, “quite formal.”I smiled. “Don, the Church is a family. I may be the Rector, but I don’t set myself up as superior. Indeed, as Jesus commanded, I am the ‘servant of all’. But you were seeking Rebecca. She is in school, preparing for her ‘A’ level exams. She’s engaged to be. But thank god she does not have any proof, but I decided to eliminate this problem immediately so I told Kalpana about the plan and we planned this to save our relationship secrecy.Next day I went to Kalpana’s house when Likitha is out and sat in their living room and Kalpana asked her maid Savitri to get some water she came out with water (she is in her mid 30’s black short with all right amount of fat showing through her saree),then I told Kalpana to go into her room and asked Savitri to sit.