I wantedly spend lot of time in their house and I made close friendship with all her children and now I move as if its my own house. But she was as us...al very causal with her saree and blouse and now with my presence too.Sultana now assigns few works which she cannot ask her son to do like bringing shaving razor from shop, giving her saree and blouse for ironing and bringing back, getting sanitary napkins from shop. She sometimes, when in kitchen, ask me to clean the sweat on her back with her. "Be patient, babe! You'll get my cock in due time!" The reality was that I was dying to slide myself into her delectable pussy, but I didn't want this to be over. I wanted to savor the moment as long as I could. I squatted down in front of her, taking in the scent of her womanhood, and brought my mouth close to her pussy, breathing heavily onto her wetness. I heard her sigh lightly as she put her hands on the back of my head, more gently than she had when she was skull fucking me. I kissed her. They were adjustable enough that she could wear the too large. I handed it to her when she returned."We'll dress in these here," I said. "We don't want to alarm the rabbits more than necessary by dressing on site. They're still young enough that we can get closer to them than to an adult before they run, but the movements involved in dressing near the location might scare them and make them jumpy. Your hair will probably protect your neck from sunburn, so you can get by with just a cap if you. I don't know how you are going to take my saying this..." She turned from him and hid her face, because she did not want him to see her crying. She could not have stood it if he continued the relationship only because he saw her crying. "But I want very much to go on with it. I think I love you." When she heard these words she straightened up again and realized that while he had been speaking, he had stared straight ahead and down into the valley. He had not seen her crying, but.