As Tristan stood by the window both Mary and I noticed that the sun shining in made his shorts a bit transparent and you could see the outline of his ...ock hanging, he wasn’t wearing any underwear, Mary winked at me and I smiled. “I can sort that out for you Sir” Tristan said and I told him he might want to take his shirt off as it was hot outside. He had a good body on him which got better being without a shirt.“Right, let’s get sorted with this dusting Gramps” Mary said as Tristan went out to. Main ek ko apne hath se pakad daba raha tha aur dusre ko chus raha tha achese. Rekha apni gili chut mere khade lund ke upar ragad rahi thi.Thode der baad woh mere chest ko kiss karte hue mere shorts tak pahunchi. Usko usne unzip ek jhatke mein karke mera underwear tak nikal diya. Ab usne mera belt leke mere dono hathon ko bandh diya bed mein. Jaise maine use kara tha.Meri excitement level asmaan chhu chuki thi. Fir woh apni blouse utar ne lagi. Toh maine use mana kar raha tha. Mujhe dressed. He clung to my shoulders, shuddering with every wild thrust as he poured out his grief and frustration. I took every bit from him, hooking my legs round him and drawing him as deep as I could. I squeezed my muscles tight and he growled. “That’s it, let it out,” I cried. He gripped the stone plinth and drove harder, filling every inch of me with his hard, hot shaft. I could feel his tears against my neck and gripped the hair at the back of his head in my fist. My pussy felt raw and abused but I. It is what is known as a 'bedroom community', being a suburb of the San Francisco/Oakland area, which is mostly residential homes. It sits on the Eastern shore of San Pedro Bay, and is almost exactly due West of Angel's Camp. It used to be home to the Hercules Powder Co, which operated a dynamite plant there until the early 70's, when they closed the plant and sold out to developers. Grandpa Carson said there had been a real boom during the Eighties as homes were built and people moved to the.