Woh chup thi, ab dhere dhere main unke boobs ke side tak apni ungaliya pher ne laga. She was quite this encouraged me more. Slowly I pushed her panty ...own n massaged her hips n in between started 2 feel her wetness with my fingers. Even my cock was eager 2 came out of my shorts turned her 2wards me n without wasting any time I planted a kiss on her lips she readily accepted it. this got me wild, I started 2 deep kiss her and with my hands was playing with her boobs and with my other hand was. She rocks forward once, then eases into my touch, giving me permission to caress her. Her skin is moist and warm and smooth. From the back and side of her neck where her pulse is perceptibly racing under her skin, to her shoulder, down her upper arm and back up again... along the strap of her bathing suit, following its course down to the swell of her breast.The touch of her hand on my knee is a welcome surprise. It is frustratingly tender, given that I am in dire need of much more than. I tried to direct my cock here and there and was just failing again and again. I was astonished to see her hand reach over and grab my dick and direct to her pussy. I just went wild and started fucking her. I was all over her.I just hugged her closer than even and my head rested on her shoulder. My arms just around her and she lifted herself to the kitchen slab and sat with her legs spread to let me in and I kept fucking her wildly. I didn’t kiss her or bother pressing her boobs. All I wanted. Besides the fact I was sorely missing a sexual partner in my life, one that could be the man and Master that I needed, I was also hoping to one day meet someone that could be a good father for my son David. He was a really great kid; he always seemed really happy and was never any problem, but I just felt that maybe he needed a father figure. He had asked me about his father a few times over the years, and I had just told him that I loved his dad, but it had just not worked out. I didn't have.