Woh dar gayi kyon ki uski pati ne uski gand kabhi nahi mari thi. Lekin who man gayi aur maine usko ghodi banakar uski gand pe kafi sara tel lagaya aur...uski gand par mera lauda position mein leke tagda shot mara aur mera lauda uski gand mein ghusa diya chalu ho gaya chudai ka round number do. Usko bistar pe leta ke mai uski gand mein kareeb 50 mins tak shot marta raha aur kareeb 50 minis ki chudai ke baad maine lauda phirse bhar nikal ke ek tagda shot marke laude ko gand ki jadh tak ghusa. ”“My god Guy! She’s wearing my old clothes! Who is she anyway?” asked Pamela, “She’s mother’s foster-girl from London; she seems to be accident prone.”Shelia then mumbled, “ I’m so sorry I ran into you Mr Guy.”Guy’s finger stroked her cheek and his spice-scented cologne penetrated her senses. “ You OK?”“Right as Rain,” she smiled weakly.Guy and his sister Pamela both let out a relieved chuckle.Guy then strolled off into the garden to ponder.“Well its nice to see my old clothes are useful. I. Her hips froze, and for an instant, I thought she’d stopped breathing. She squeezed her legs together, trapping my hand between her legs and my finger on her clit. She began to shudder, as if cold chills racked her body. She tried to stifle her moans as once, twice, then three times her body convulsed against me. She grabbed me in a ferocious embrace, and I continued to massage her little button. Soon, however, she groaned, grabbing my hand and forcing it away from her pussy. I didn’t know what. That was a period I was trying my best to forget because I had become incredibly attached to the anally-oriented young girl with the winning smile.Everything seemed to be on track for me these days and I even had a date with Mrs. Stern for this evening that included her introducing me to her newly purchased "toy" that she gleefully demonstrated on almost every visit to her happy home. I was in the habit of calling the attractive older woman by her last name because she had been my teacher for.