Beatrice approved of the expensivehosiery worn by her guest, she felt a kinship with this woman alreadyand they had only just met formally.But there w...s something about Abigail that intrigued her; something shecouldn't quite put her finger on. Her movements were a little toocareful, a little exaggerated, almost over-feminine; and that voice. Itwas so sultry and sexy, deep but musical. Beatrice had a littledalliance with a girlfriend at the Chelmsford Finishing School for YoungLadies in her. I was in shock. Could my fantasy finally come true? I looked at her and asked what that was about, and she replied, ‘I feel you need a reward for what you’ve done for me.’ She leaned over and shoved her tongue into my mouth. Visions of my girlfriend flashed through my head, and couldn’t help but feel guilty. That is, until she grabbed my throbbing cock and started rubbing it through my jeans. My cock was to the point of exploding, so I had to do something. I didn’t want this to end before it. Within seconds, my horny father-in-law was inside me.“Ahh bhaut bada hai aapka land, mai pura nahi le pavunga” my father-in-law’s dick was only halfway in my pussy but I could feel my pussy walls tearing to make way.“Itna chota hai kya mera beta ka Lund? Tere saas tho pura lethi thi.”“Apke lund ke hisad sai tho bahut chota hai pita ji” It was the truth. My husband’s cock was smaller than his. It was around 4″ inches and even size was smaller than his.“Haha abh tho aur maza ayega”, he slowly. I hadn't understood the attraction, until now. Guys were hard, especially in one place, but they had hard muscles, hard shoulders, and muscular and hard butts. Girls were soft. Suzette had kissed me, and it had been so soft and tender I almost couldn't describe it. A guy would have pressed his lips firmly against mine, taking what he wanted, not that I wouldn't have enjoyed it. But her skin was soft, her breasts soft but firm, and so on.I consoled myself with one thing: neither one of us had to.