Next day to my surprise she came in saree which revealed her beauty. Along with me many are dumbstruck. That day she invited me for lunch for which I ...enied and asked for dinner. She thought for a while and accepted. I Said I will pick her up by 7.30 and asked to be ready.I left office early and got ready and went to pick her up by sharp 7.30. she was ready. She is wearing tight jeans and velvet sleeveless top. My jaw dropped by looking at her and forgot that I am in road and gave a tight hug. A man with a big banana cock fucking the big fleshy ass of a woman whose boobs were hanging and moving with his every thrust. Just imagine friends. I never saw those in BF’s. He was fucking her hard and she was shouting by now. I think he fucked her for 15 minutes and then he began to shout jeany..mole…oooh like that and just stopped and asked her ‘vanno mole and she nodded her head’ and then he said ‘njan varan pokunnu mole..’. By saying that he shifted his hands to her big boobs and began to. I started early with my first girlfriend in high school, but nothing more than kissing, feeling each other up (or down, as the case may be) and some oral experimentation. I always went out with girls my own age, so I never had the benefit of the older, more experienced woman showing me the way. No Mrs. Robinson in my world. My first time? If we’re talking about the Bill Clinton definition of sex, that came when I was sixteen. We were both sixteen, in fact. An afternoon in my bedroom after. "What the hell?!" he protested. "I didn't know it was going to be open to both of us! I don't want him using you as his slave. You're my girlfriend." He grabbed my head and said, "Move, I'm going to finish cleaning her up."She laughed her sweet little laugh. "too late, Adam! I gave you your chance. But, if you really want me to be your slave, I might let you. The cost went up, though." That didn't sound good, and there was no telling what this dirty little angel was up to. I'd never.