This area of the country has a lot of manufactured housing, the politically correct description of what we used to call mobile homes, even though none of them are technically mobile, being attached to a foundation or on concrete blocks. Indian sex There was a sudden “OOOOOOHHHHHH FUCK!” as she started to straighten. We started our day with a warm tender kiss—one that lasted almost five minutes. “What’s first?” I asked. Get some lube and let’s go!”
I sat up and moved to the night table. There were some tears when we prepared to leave so I just excused myself and waited outside while Morgan said her good-byes. We would take delivery in two days so I had plenty of time to get to the bank for a withdrawal. I should have done it years ago.”
“Well, I’m glad you waited. I had fashioned a helmet lined with sensors designed to pick up electric pulses from Morgan’s brain during sex and orgasm. I’ll do anything to hold on to you—anything.”
“Anything?” I asked with a smirk as I slowly slid a finger first into her surprisingly wet pussy and then into her tight ass. Soap is really slippery so I lined up, grasped her waist, and applied some pressure.
