She was sure of herself that she could face the situation alone. She had already worked covertly on many police missions and with success, although th...re was always a backup ready to give her support or come to her aid. She knew the risks. She also knew what was in play.More than an hour had passed since Clara lay on the bed. It could have been more. She wasn’t sure. She wanted to lift her arm to see the time on her watch, but was afraid to move. Someone could be watching her through the hidden. Her pussy juices were coating everything from her pussy to her asshole. We both knew where this was going. This pathway was so slick that I was able to slide my dick in and out of her tightly clenched legs without any resistance. I was now get my dick wet on Mom's juices and rubbing it all over her asshole. Mom was moving her hips so as to facilitate the endeavor.On a couple of passes I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her asshole and gently push. Neither of us were ready for a. He stood with his legs apart and held my head with both his hands. “Take it in and don’t let it come out till the cock finishes cumming” Ravi instructed me. I nodded with his cock in mouth. I pushed my tongue against the cock inside my mouth so his cock gets a soft rub as it goes in and out. I also knew enough about guys balls to know that if I hold his balls sack tightly, he won’t be able to cum for a long time. So, I held his sack tightly, and began moving my mouth over it. I could see his. This house is just a receptacle for its owner. It is not owned by him, not in any emotional sense. It was here for two hundred years before he arrived, and it expects to be here after he’s gone. Which, given his life thus far, shouldn’t be very long. There is one other chair, a wide armchair like his own, covered in a coarse throw. No one has ever sat in it, not since he’s been here. It’s a ghost chair. He can’t make up his mind if he wishes someone would visit, to cut through the tight.