I was carresiing her hair. Just then I put my face in her hair and inhaled the aroma of coconut oil from her hair and said “beautiful”hearing this...she got up. Oilwas actually dripping from her hair. She looked at me and said. “Arun you actually oiled my hair well.”Her gaze then sifted down. I looked at her very embarassed and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. After I came out, I found Mrs Banerjee sitting on the sofa with her hair open. She motioned me to sit next to her.I went next to. Then I worked my way upwards towards her clit. As soon as my tongue made contact, she grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me into her. Her grip and hold was almost suffocating. But I didn’t let that stop me. I attached her clit in a circular motion going over the top once and a while. Tina was an animal. She was moving from side to side. I gripped her hips and thighs just so I could keep contact with her clit. Moans turned into words, sweet dirty filthy words. We told me what to do with. He let his hand ease away from her collar and he swept a few stray hairs out of her face. She opened her glassy eyes and looked up at him. For a moment each of them stared, and heard nothing else but their own labored breaths, but the quiet silence was brief and eventually he let his eyes drift away from hers. After a few more minutes a mumbled, "uhhgh, I'm gonna cum..." escaped his lips as he pulled out of her. "Swallow this, bitch," he said, forcing his cock into her mouth. She felt him jerk. There was enough water to swim, however, and my sister, a competitive swimmer in high school and in college, recognized that this was a natural 'endless pool' where one could swim forever at a certain pace and never either gain ground or be pushed back. So, with me a few feet back, where the current wasn't quite as strong, we swam for 10-15 minutes before my sister decided she was a bit cold. We waded out onto dry ground and took up seats on opposite logs to dry off in the sun. After having.