Then i removed her saree pallu and tore off her blouse. She smiled and said, now i understand why my daughter keeps buying so many blouses after marri...ge. I unhooked the bra and there you go, her breasts were a beauty you should not miss in a lifetime. So big, soft and tender and so juicy. I sucked one of them while pressing the other. She was moaning with pleasure whlie i changed to the other one. I just couldnt get enough of mango juice from her soft ripe mangoes. Then i removed the sari. This lady has it made. She was referring to the fact that the heroine had a horny and understanding husband, a well hung gardener, a chauffer that was always ready for sex and an assortment of studs at her beck and call. Planting some roses had resulted in a romp in which all three of her main men had her in the middle of the wet top soil. Ill have to keep Doug home more and take up gardening, she thought. The idea of having three men ravish her in the middle of a pile of soft dirt made her hot. We'll just come tomy place, play Monopoly "NO! By God, no! I may be a scrawny shrimp, but I'd bedamned if I was going to have Brenda sit home on prom nightbecause I wasn't as manly as Andy.Brenda had plunged her face into my shoulder and begansobbing harder. Gently, I took her chin in my hand. "Brenda, I'mtaking you to that prom." She tried to interrupt. "Don't yousee? If you don't come, he'll win! Do you want that? Himcontrolling your life? I'm willing to stand up to him. I don'tcare if he is. Stooping down, I breathe hot breath on you, then taste. There is no need to handle you. Softly, gently, just a teasing, wet stroking of your pussy, until your breath changes. Then, moving up, my cock slides up, then down, parting the lips and finding home, and I push. Entering just a little bit. Slowly. A gentle, insistent thrusting, then relaxation of the pressure, but no withdrawal. A little deeper with every push. Opening. Filling. Wanting. Mounting. Whispers of how good you are, how.