I leaned up over her and started pounding that pussy.She said tell me Im a slut and a whore for doing this with you.Huh ?Just tell me and fuck me hard...I kept pounding that pussy stretching it to its Max, moving my ass in circular motion’s so I could stretch it more and then I started saying your such a fucking slut look at you giving your pussy to your son’s friend. She started panting like a dog ha-ha-ha-ha-ha and then whimpered oh god yes ………. Cum in me Im a slut. That did it my cock swelled. Itne me waiter aaya aur uski nazar meri madak chuchiyopar padi. Wo hairan ho gaya aur meri chuchiyonko dekhte dekhte wo paani ka glass table pe rakhne laga ke uske haath se glass thoda tirchha ho gaya aur usmese thoda pani niche gir gaya. Pani mere dress pe bhi gir chukka tha. Pani sidha meri chut wali jagah par gira tha. Pani meri chutse bahkar meri gand me bhi ghus gaya. Meri halkisi transparent dress bhigneki wajahse jyada transparent ho gayi thi. Meri nayi nicker jo ki side me sirf stripe. "You don't have to ask me, Dad. It's your house." Well, it's your house too, least for now," I answered. "Anyway, it's just Tommy DiChenza and Mike Garnett."Martha knew I had a standing game at the club house at least once a week, penny ante stakes, a few regulars, guys my age or a little older. Pinochle or bridge—card games for the thinking guy, I'd joke. Sometimes when we couldn't draw a third, Tommy D and I would square off for chess. Even though it was all nickel-and-dime stuff, we took it. I put my head to one side on my hands, closed my eyes and pantomimed being asleep with a soft snore. She grinned and pointed at the bed. She rose and went into the other room after banking the fire. It was chilly that night but not terrible. I slept through until morning when I smelled the aroma of tea again. Tea, with a slab of dark bread and a thick slice of cheese, was breakfast. After breakfast, she began to gather things into two packs. She jabbered at me and pulled me outside. She stopped.
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