So being 35 yrs old and older than him, I took the initiative and made the first move. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my breasts and started mo...ing his all around my breasts..... he sighed. .... and then muttered the "f#ck yeah..... they feel beautiful".I then took my hand away anf put my hand between his legs.... I got to his cock and I could already feel his hard c#ck through his jeans. I put my other arm around his neck, pulled his head closer to mine and whispered in his ear ". Otherwise, she could be claimed by anyone. After so many years, it is still in practice in remote villages. This is a story of Karan and his mom Shruti. Shruti used to live with her husband and son far from their ancient village in Mumbai. But on one unfortunate day, her husband died while going on a business trip. Then the whole family members from her village came to visit her.Her maternal family also reached there. Actually, there were no members of her husband’s family. Her son was the only. He took her hand to examine her red polished nails. Perfect! Her long fingers were the reason that made her such an accomplished pianist and harpist. "You're just as stunning as the day I left for the war." Thank you," Grace smiled broadly. "Get in the automobile. Stan will take us to Del Monicos for lunch and we can catch up there." You look good, Frank," she said as soon as they were settled in the back seat of the limo."You do too," he replied. He had to admit that it had been a long time. He had watched her grow into a beautiful young woman and when his wife left him five years earlier, their two older c***dren went with her, but Bree chose to stay with her Dad. She had been so much to him over the last few years! He had even shed a couple tears as he watched her walk across the stage to get her high school diploma just a couple of months before!His finger shook as he poked the screen to open the folder, praying the 72 pictures were of other girls or none of the rest were.