Meri nazar uspe padi to mai pagal hogaya.Uske boobs,ass dekhke mai bas uske khwaab dekhne laga,but kabhi sahi maukha nahi mila usko choone ka.Hum baho... kam bath karte the ek doosre se. Ek din kya hua sab ghar waale shopping k liye chale gaye didi akeli thi ghar me.Mai bhi byke leke dost ke yaha chalagaya jo medical shop chalata tha, mere dimaagh me ek idea aaya mai dost ke yahan se clorofarm spray leker ghar gaya,didi ne door khola aur poocha tum nahi gaye? Maine kaha abhi jaane waala hun,dress. . She stood at the old gas cooker stirring the gravy. The lamb, roast potatoes, parsnips and yorkshire pudding in the oven. The carrots and gravy were summering quietly in their saucepans. The table was laid, everything in its place. The man was sitting in an old arm chair under the steamed up window reading the Sunday paper. She lowered the heat. Turned to the table, lifted her frock and slip up around her waist, then pulled her knickers down, and laid across the table, her sock clad feet. Nothing. Where...?She heard a muffled laugh from on high and looked up. A folding ladder built into a ceiling trap door was there, leading to the attic. A swaying string dangled down invitingly.Swallowing nervously, she moved to the side and pulled on the string. The trap door opened and the ladder came down smoothly. There was light from up there, and the voices had quieted.She called up: "Mike?" and started to climb the ladder, suddenly aware that raising her arms in this fashion caused. I want this... please, love me my Thane... Carthalo." Carthalo stood, and began to peel off his armor. Bits of leather, iron, and fur fell to the floor in succession revealing the dark, muscled physique of the Redguard swordsman. He untied his hair, the thick dreadlocked coils fell to his shoulders. Lydia's hand instinctively went between her legs, her fingers slid through the silky black bush that grew there and into the warm and wet walls of her pussy. She let out a moan, and Carthalo climbed.