She reached under her skirt and pulled her underwear down, now slightly wet with her juices. She unbuttoned the sundress and let it fall to the floor....She stood, for the first time in her seventy-plus years, naked before a man other than Matt. Cindy had very little to be bashful about. A small paunch from motherhood, and a faded scar from an appendix removal fifty years ago. She watched Ted's eyes as they covered her small, fair-skinned frame. She was excited being gauked at by him. It was. My name is Tyrone. Is that really your picture on the web site? ++ Hi Tyrone. Yes, that really is my picture. Why do you want to know? Are you really a pimp? ++ Yes Daisy. I really am a pimp. I’m starting a new business model and I’m looking for new talent. You look like you might be pretty enough that rich Black men will pay to fuck you ++OMG!! OMG!! He wants me to be a whore. Her pussy got wetter. And he thinks that I’m pretty enough that Black men will pay to fuck me!! Like most high school. I pour my coconut scented body wash on my shower puff and scrub my neck down to my breasts down to my feet. The last thing I clean on my body is my pussy.My body is still turned on. I need release now. I rinse the soap off my body. After I’ve done that I reach with both of my hands, for my tits. My fingers find my hard swollen nipples. I hear a knock at the door that startles me and I hear my husband yell something. “Jesus Christ! Do I bug you when you're shower? I will be right out!” I yell. I couldn’t explain the feeling of how I felt at that time. I lay on my back relaxed she cleaned my dick neatly by her mouth and sat next to me exhausted.She rested her head on my shoulders. We both feel a completely new world. We both were in the same position for some time and it is 12:30 am.She: Akka jeichutenda. (your Akka won)Me: Aama Akka. Sollu na ena seiyanum.(Yes Akka. Tell me what to do)She: (laughingly) Fuck me like an item.Me: Itha first eh solirkalam la. (You could have told me.