They had fiery bushes that beaded with dewdrops.I grinned and left them to their suckling. Queen Athirmi let out a throaty purr that turned into a gas... as I nuzzled into her bush and found the lips of her pussy. I licked at the folds of her tangy twat, and enjoyed a flavor similar to her daughter’s.My tongue fluttered up and down the queen’s snatch. She yowled and whimpered as I feasted on her. I licked with hunger, my tongue sliding through her thick folds. Her silky bush rubbed on my face.. The scare quickly turned into a pounding heartbeat as she recognized the grip, it was Thakur. He had followed her upstairs. Binita did not move. From her bent position she looked up and behind at him and smiled. But she stayed that way. Thakur placed his hand flat on the exposed skin of her back. As soon as she felt him touch her, she was reduced to molten. That is all it took for him to melt her. His large, rough hands on her soft, ready to receive skin. A fingernail drew a line down her spine. After an hour I decided to abandon it until Sunday and went downstairs to get myself a drink to take to bed with me. It wasn’t until I got undressed and climbed into bed that I realised how awfully weary I was, and I was asleep as soon as I lay down.I woke to being gently shaken by my shoulder.“Come on sleepy head, it’s nearly ten o’clock,” my sister was saying to me, “you need to get moving.”“OK, OK, I’m awake,” I protested, “just give me a minute.”“A minute?” she answered, “We’ve been calling. I was a professional carer (not quite). With my blood pressure soaring I gingerly went down below. I lightly washed her pride and joy. I was fully aware that the softness of the sponge was teasing her clitty.Her head moved from side to side she began to make soft moaning like sounds. Suddenly she grabbed my hand and pushed it hard against her slit. The lady was clearly in need of a good wanking with the soft sponge and that was what she got. I think it took me about half an hour to dry her. She.