” Maushi kuch gandi baat nahi hai deko tumo kitna mazzaa aayegaa” ….she answered by a simple moan. The smell of her pussy was truly enchanting. ...y now she had laid on her back and Slowly and gently I began to lick her very wet cunt lips and clit. While I was doing this, my fingers continued to move inside out of her Cunt.I was now clearly able to see that my rama Maushi was building up her first orgasm. Her body stiffened as I continued to suck, lick and finger the inside of hers. I could feel. 'Fuck, I want to cum AGAIN?! I'm a filthy fucking whore for him.'My hair prickled, as though standing on end, before I felt a sudden pain in my scalp, like fingernails biting into me. Then I realised my mistake. My head whipped around just as Olga's hand snatched back from my hair and she jumped out of the chair with a cry, arms scrambling to cover her dignity.“What're you doing?!” she cried. I stood dumbly, gawping at her with an open mouth. She panted and squirmed under my gaze, looking away. We staff members helped serve the food provided by a local caterer, so that Mrs. Drake wouldn't have to do anything. Her children and family visited with other members and spouses and children that they hadn't seen in years, in some cases. Finally, after several hours, everyone had left. We had cleaned up the food, cleaned the house, and left for our own rooms. I was left there with Mrs. Drake, the maids, and the cook. It was a ten bedroom home, so everyone at last went to their own rooms and. On paper, they were a stark contrast. One seeing life’s miracles and believing in fairytales, while the other was more jaded when it came to love. A union of both tenderness and jagged sharp edges. But, when they talked nothing made more sense than the two of them together. It was indefinable, this connection between them, some invisible bond linking them, and drawing them closer day by day. Their once friendly banter now thick with sexual need.Their relationship took a unexpected turn about a.