Your hand rests against my back. Caress it as I lower myself down your curved stomach. I feel your muscles knot as my soft kisses tickle you.I see the...pocket in which you navel is hidden. Stab my tongue down into it. Find the bottom. Stab again and the soft flesh yields, then grows tired of the game. There is so much more of your loveliness to explore.The downy hill tickles my nose. The aroma of you drifts up, intoxicatingly, already tinged with the heavier sent of your growing lust. You know.. I didn’t pant and look like a high school kid would have, but I dam well looked. She had a very nice set of legs. Then I looked into her eyes and smiled. She smiled back as she pulled the skirt down as far as she could. The flight crew began their discussion about the seat belt, and the exit signs and the oxygen etc. I said, ‘You just made that one.’ She was still breathing a little quickly and answered, ‘Yes, I hate the Atlanta airport. There are just too many planes, people and ramps!’ I told. Ye time us baaat ki hai jab mai 11’th or 12’th ki study karne delhi gya hua tha meri bua ghar me akeli rehti hai or unke bare me bta du vo 45 saal ki hai or rang gora boobas zyda bade tho nhi hai par shape puri sexy hai or gaand “Omg” itni uthi hui gand hai unki jese koi porn stars ki ho or height 5’8 haiAb story pe aata hu fufaji ko mare hue 3 saal ho chuke the or bua bilkul akeli pad gai thi hamara jana bhi bot kam ho gya tha or bua service karti thi bank me tho bua ko jab pta chla mai 2 saal. I forget when did I had sex with my husband.A shadow enters, I see, our gate; yes, he is Anil. He comes very slowly; I sit on our verandah. He looks at me and asks, “Mom, what are you doing here?” I say, “It is late. Where you have been?” He does not answer me. It is his usual behavior. He changes his clothes and comes to kitchen. He wears a lungi, no shirt. His bare chest again excites me. I give him food. He silently eats and I silently stare his body built. There is no sign of his having.