She used to enjoy it and finger her pussy listening to me. Our chats became frequent and I was receiving a good response from her side. I was asking h...r to give me a chance to fuck her but she used to blush and ignore.But one day I seriously insisted on her and she wasn’t ready to say no. But there was no place for us to do sex. So we wait for a moment and as it is hometown it was quite difficult. One fine day her parents were not at home. She informed me about it.I immediately brought some. She knew that she had missed the count of one, so she started at two. She heard the warden callout "thirty-one!" and she kept on counting. As she was counting "four" she saw the sergeant's arm and the cane rise high. Still forcing herself to watch, she counted "five" and then, as the stroke landed, another shock wave ran through her body and her mind. Then she heard it all again and the feeling came, with a peculiar surprise, that her mind seemed to disconnect from her body as she saw the lift. She squeezed her breasts together penis and said ........ "Oooh splashing on me, I will have everything that is in the dick."She led with his right hand dick in your mouth, right down to the root. Now I began to reach my "point of no return". The orgasm had the full grip on my body, my cock was stiffer than I had seen the long. She swallowed my cock while she worked my balls with your right hand and left hand sought between my buttocks, and a finger was lightly pressed against my anus. There. Especially her 36C breasts tended to draw some attention to her body. Her breasts were still quite firm and very well shaped too. Her very female face was of a mature beauty and still had almost no wrinkles and it was framed of her red-brown shoulder-length hair. The hotel suit was really great and made her feel very comfortable. Near a wide front of windows, that gave a great view of the sea, was a big whirlpool. At the whirlpool lay a card. It was signed by Meena. “I would recommend.