You know the type, they are principals, teachers, executives. Mine happens to be a bank manager. Haughty, well dressed, gray hair kept short and swept...back off the temples, aggresive attitude, she knows she's made it and you better get out of the way. Valise in one hand, cell phone in the other, you'd give her a second look and think not bad for an old bitch as she passed you by, stylish business suit with a just past the knee length skirt in gray, matching jacket and blouse, black stockings. Full, widely rounded hips and a luscious ass, healthy thighs and a soft belly. Not a single stretch mark on her voluptuous body (notice I said voluptuous, she was by no stretch of the imagination fat or even plump, just soft and curvy.) and covered in freckles along the tops of her shoulders and arms. I'd often wondered what she looked like under the baggy T-shirts and sweat pants she wears, or even the loose dresses. Nothing was left to the imagination at this point.I had ample time to drink. Hearing his call I removed towel from my head and saw him. I observed his eyes were fixed on my tight bulge in the wet underwear. My 8 inch black penis was in a semi hard state forming a tent in my underwear due to the cold effect. My black nipples were erect due to chill in the room and rain effect. He was not moving his looks and the lust in his eyes made me hornier. I purposely adjusted my semi hard penis and pressed my balls softly over the underwear. Gopi’s eyes popped up in excitement and. I kissed my way down Sam’s sexy body, savouring her warm white skin, little goosebumps appeared everywhere that my wet tongue licked.My pussy became wet.I reached Sam’s cock as it hovered and bounced above her tummy, seeking attention. I sat up and took Sam’s right hand in mine, guiding it to her hard shaft. Samantha read my thoughts and wrapped her delicate fingers around her rampant cock, slowly stroking herself as I dribbled spit to lubricate her hand. Sam began masturbating as I continued.