Once inside, I find my way down the back hall, following the light into a time-warp: from the tiled walls to the soft lines of the 50’s appliances, ...t was just like my grandma’s kitchen. I can almost smell the fresh baked bread as a flood of childhood memories washes over me. I walk over to the table where I find a wine glass and a bottle of golden elixir waiting for me, and sit down for a much needed drink. As I savor the flavor of sweet spices rising up in a sea of golden honey, I feel the. My 47th birthday was recently but things really got interesting a couple of years ago on my 45th one. My dear husband of about 25 years asked me how I wanted to celebrate it. I asked him, half in jest, “How about a couple of young studs to screw me silly!”My husband, Morty, looked surprised and retorted, “Would you do it if I got them?”Taking up the challenge, I came back with, “Why not? The baby factory is closed and the recreation area is hardly ever visited. It would feel really good!”Well,. If I wank him and let him finish, he’ll fall right asleep. And so can I,” Savita thought.Savita jerked him a couple of times. He was already hard and was oozing his juices. Savita’s expertise in handling cocks only made the process quicker. He shot his jizz all over her palm, making her withdraw her hand. She wiped it off on her saree as he thanked her.“It’s nothing. Now let’s get some sleep. I can barely keep my eyes open,” Savita whispered to Darshan.But Darshan was not done. He lifted her. “Now slut, clean my cock and you can blow me as well.” My head jerked back with horror and was rewarded with another stinging slap. “You wouldn’t want a copy mailed to your friends would you?” she asked and I was licking her cock. “Go on, bitch, start with the ball sack, work the shaft, enjoy the head and the precum, go on, you know you want it,” tousling my hair, almost with affection.And for some reason I wanted to suck her shecock. It felt good. I told myself I had to do it for my safety, to.