This is the continuation of a story named Saranya aunty. Read and enjoy.She dropped her robe on the floor and sat on the sofa with her sexy legs cross...d. She is in her skimpy nightgown which covered till her thighs. It had thin straps and gave a good view of her big boobs cleavage. She was looking at me straight into my eyes.I felt nervous as it was my first time and was unable to look into her eyes. I was looking at her thick thighs and semi-naked breasts. I was hard inside. She saw the big. Familiar hands graze my nipples and I internally scream. I start to relax into him. Falling against him, melting at his touch, putty in his hands. He pulls my head to the side, kissing my exposed neck. I moan, unconsciously. He knows that my struggle is over. I now know that he won’t hurt me. He’s too caught up in the moment, he’s under my spell as much as I am under his. The magic of touch, the power that sex promises. He turns me around to face him. We stare into each others eyes, there’s the. Had there been something subliminal in there; something so rude and sexy that it had made Linda orgasm on the spot? Linda went to the shower. Her breasts definitely felt fuller as she soaped them. Linda had made a mental note to shave everywhere after something she’d read in a magazine about being prepared; about being strong and confident during interviews – however there didn’t seem to be anything to shave. Everywhere was silky smooth already. Today was a good day. Super smooth; super sexy.. ” I was speaking like some of the presenters I had heard all day at the conference. “I am a mother, so we’re good there. Then there’s the ILF. It stands for ‘I’d like to fuck’, right?” “Right,” they both spit out.“So what you guys are saying is that you’d both like to fuck me, right?”“Absolutely,” Tom replied again.“Oh yeah,” Jeff said with a huge grin on his face.As usual, once I’ve made up my mind to do something, I don’t see a need to beat around the bush.“Good,” I said as I started rubbing.