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He rolled over, right on top of her, cock suddenly hard again. She spread her legs wide, and quick as a flash he was inside her, thrusting triumphantly, hands mauling at her tits, lips hot and passionate on hers. The sheer libido in his face was so hot she felt like she would melt. She let go, let the desire inside her fill her body, fill the very depths of her soul. She wanted to be his, wanted to feel that savage energy take her, use her, control her. All around her there was passion and hunger and fire and longing. Her body screamed and exploded and shook with each climax. It went on, and on, and on, and on... Finally, Senthil lay on his back, panting, the breath knocked out of him. Kelly put her arms around him, and his arms closed around her, holding her so tightly it felt like he would never let her go. She cradled him against her, feeling warm and safe and secure. They lay there, saying nothing, just feeling the warmth of each other's bodies, for what felt like a long time, interrupted only when the phone rang. Absently, Kelly picked it up. "Hello?" "Who is this?" said an unfamiliar voice. An older woman, it sounded like. Kelly suddenly realized it was not her phone that had rung, but Senthil's.There could be only one answer to that. She looked straight into his eyes as she replied: "This is Senthil's girlfriend." It was July, my wife and l had a week’s holiday booked to stay with her mother Molly in Norfolk then 2 days before going my wife was called back into work but she still wanted me to go plus it was only a 3 hour drive so if she could got the time back off l could come to pick her up. Well Saturday l packed the car kissed my wife good bye and left for my mother-in-law Molly’s, it seemed everybody was going to Norfolk that weekend as the traffic was terrible, when l got there l went in to hear giggling coming from the kitchen, Molly and her sister Jodie were sat at the table, Jodie straight away told me not to call her aunt but just Jodie there were 2 bottles of wine on the table one of which was empty. I took my case to my room when l feet came back Molly announced there was a table booked at the Indian restaurant that evening as she didn’t fancy cooking and had ordered a taxi to take us so that meant l could have a couple of pints. Molly was divorced long ago when my wife was a youngster so l never met the guy, she never spoke of her ex or remarried she turned into a career woman and retired early after years as a headmistress whereas Jodie’s husband had died and thankfully, she didn’t bring her dog but put it in kennels. Leaving them to catch up l went for a walk when l returned Jodie poured me a glass declaring since l didn’t have to drive it would be fine for me to have a drink, l thanked her and sat at the table. He threw her down on the nearby mattress and straddled her face. You know what that does to me!” It’s also a great place to plan a romantic group dinner in the hotel restaurant. I wanted them to continue to use me. I was so excited knowing they were both paying attention to me for their own secret pleasure. As soon as she released the first clip, she was glad she didn't do it while driving as the pain was excruciating. “Slowly.” I instruct her. The story I'm about to tell you is from my college days. When I freed her of a piece of clothing she would make me pause long enough for some sensual necking Footworship and caresses. Jill giggled as she texted back, “well baby she feels the same way about you every so often you or Gary leaks out of me, it make me warm to know you want me so much”. Some were not interesting but some were: - “Come on; you can bring the bottle.” This for at least 6 hours a day. I knew his insertion was a joke in comparison of his fully grown size but i wanted to try it. “More daddy, please!” was all may could get out as she felt the intruder feet growing inside her. So tight, so very tight. This hot, tight grip that had me feeling dizzy and light-headed. Sorry, for the long story, but I figured would fill in a lot of the gaps to help understand how it started of want I'm about to do. As it spoke, two AntRoids entered the cell behind it. She indian held up her own glass and said, “To you on top Frank.” “I”, I say unable to think of anything. I lost interest and zoned out. Mom nods stiffly and does as instructed. Do you understand?"