I buried my face deep into her folds, my tongue sliding deep inside of her. "Ooooooooooh!!" Linda moaned. Her entire body was wiggling in the chair, i...possible to keep still. Her hands clenched the chair, trying to control herself. I continued to lick up and down her slit, flicking her clit, and then back down to the opening. From my nose to my chin, my face was covered with her juices. Looking up, Linda's skin glistened in the candle light, her head flung back with her beautiful hair hanging. I desperately wanted to get a photo as a souvenir. I also didn’t want her to notice and get upset. Without missing a beat or changing my pace while fucking her I reached over a grabbed my phone quickly. She didn’t notice. I continued pumping my old cock into her, holding on to her cute little ass with one hand. The other hand I was holding my phone now and I quickly snapped off as many pics as I could. Who knew if they would even be in focus, I was trying to hurry and be discrete. I was. Aur wo bina panty and bra me thi usi din. Soch raha tha ki kas kuch aisa sin ho jaye. Bhagban ko bahut bol raha tha ki plz bhagwan kuch karo.Then me washroom se aa kar un k sath baith k chaye pine laga. Aur wo boli ki raat ka khana bhi kha k jana.To maine mana bhi nhi kar paya. Then socha ki han hin bol deta hun to kuch der aise dekh sakta hun. To wo kitchn me chaligayi and me bhi piche piche un k sath gaya. Unka kitchen comparitively chota tha. To wo bole ki ek help karne k liye, ek shelf se. In the beginning it was just once in awhile. Just like the dreams, when they first started. Coming to him only when he had felt secure in the fact he had pushed them back to some forgotten place in his mind. On occasions he would find himself standing in front of the rod iron fence which enclosed the cemetery, just watching, for what he was not sure. Always walking way feeling a bit foolish, yet with an emptiness that seemed to form in the very depths of his soul. Women came and went, he could.