We were always friendly and chatted on occasion but were not close friends, just neighbours. Ellen is a little over five feet tall with the curves of ... middle-aged mom. She keeps her blonde hair styled in a short cut that is slightly spikey. It suits her pretty face.I hesitated for a moment as I looked at her and her eyes locked on mine through the small gap in the fence. I gave a slight smile and started stroking again as her gaze returned to the swollen cock in my hands. I struggled not to. ..is wrong?" It doesn't feel wrong," I replied trying to focus on my breakfast. I didn't want to get too emotional.My dad paused for a minute and took a sip of his coffee, "I feel the same way, to be honest. I have wanted you for so long but I've always been afraid to act on it. How we feel and how society feels are two different things though, Linds." I don't care how society feels! This is our lives to do with as we want! I've always wanted you too. I wanted you more than anything else in the. After five minutes, it was no longer fun. The torrential rain kept lashing like a whip and we ran to the shelter of a small store room. I pulled my shirt away from skin in a vain attempt to conceal my nakedness.“OK, Deb, give me keys. We will go down” Nandu asked me. I was shocked.“But you came last. You must have the keys” I exclaimed. He clutched brow.“Ohh, it was in my hand. I must have kept it near TV. Don’t worry; I will bring spare keys we kept in my cousin’s place” he was about to go, I. He obliges, seizing one ankle and stetching her long, flexible leg up until it rests on his shoulder, spreading her wide. Her mouth gapes with the strain, an exquisite ache seizing her as he thrusts deep inside her, her full breasts jiggling with every thrust, the rough bark digging into her back painfully. She tries to moan but can't find her voice, can barely catch her breath as he fucks her hard and fast against the old tree, her arms encircling his neck in a tender embrace as she tries to.