We’d both had a stressful day and a couple of large single malts, you understand. . Indian Sex . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . … My eyes travelled upwards over her 10 denier, barely black stockings and across the narrow strip of bare flesh at their summit to the white lace and silk full knickers, stretched tightly over her beautiful bottom which so amply filled them. She looked up at me and told me to drop my trousers and underpants and get over her lap. gin (AKA ‘Mother’s ruin’ ) was what she kept in her fridge… Well we coped with it as ever, but it was mainly Alexa’s efforts which dug us out of the pit which my section’s actions had almost allowed us to fall into. Her thighs were by now splayed lewdly wide open and her swollen labia gaped widely and wetly apart with the inner pink soaking wet flesh of her vagina and clitoris on full public display. This was where we found orselves a few months ago. I grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge and mounted her, my cock sliding into her like a hot knife into butter and pushing up her top and bra thus freeing those magnificent 44E breasts with rock hard brown nipples like walnut whips straining under my
