”“That’s impossible.” He was going higher. She clamped on his foot as hard as she could like a vice with both of her bare knees.“Stop it, ...ate!” she hissed. “Now!” “I’m sorry, Christy,” he said, wriggling his foot, inching it higher and higher. “You have no idea how terrible I feel about this.” “I mean it! This isn’t funny any more!” But her will was weakening, as were her knees.“Christy, you know how much I love your thighs. I miss them so much. All these years without those Dorothy. She just moved her head back, eyes closed, and a soft moan, went between her legs. And kissed.. Wwooowww… Always wanted to do this.. And did it with my love , what else could’ve asked, couldn’t hold myself back, started licking every inch. Feeling that softness, warmness, … She was wet, and my licking made her even wetter, my hands on her boobs pressing and licking at the same time, she might have been in ecstasy, eyes closed, running her hand in my hairs, pulling me more towards her, and in. He did. It was on a Saturday May 22nd to be exact. John and I were moving the calves from the big pen to the smaller one close to the road. I was shooing them like an old hand when a very sleek and shiny Audi something-or-other pulled in, having no idea who it was I just ignored it and went about my work. It had no more than stopped when the screen door on the porch sounded like it had been ripped off its hinges! ‘JESSE!’ Maggie shrieked from the porch. Quick as a whip my head swiveled around. Prakash bhaiya used to often travel for work purposes out of the station. Everything was going fine and as usual, I never had any bad intentions for Richa bhabhi though she was a beautiful and a busty woman. I respected her and could never think of her in a bad way.One day Prakash bhaiya called me to their place. He told me that we need to go to marriage so can I be with Vedansh for some time to which I agreed. I could see Richa bhabhi and bhaiya having some discussion. I went to Richa bhabhi.