I really was enjoying all these things and it’s like a fantasy growing more inside doing all these things. But never still got the courage to ask he... for massage. I know doing massage is really one of the ways rise the urge inside for both sides. Even though I didn’t have intention to fuck her, I just couldn’t stop fantasizing where it will lead to. One day, I prepared myself to break it open as I couldn’t really keep it to myself and not asking her.And since she comes for only 1 or 2 hours, my. ” “Yes, you are. You own it. You own it,” she began whimpering. Her hands began twitching and tapping against him as her eyes closed. “You’re making me cum…,” She moved her vibrating hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck. “Please,” she squealed. She softly choked him as he picked up the pace. They started bouncing the bed as he slid all the way in with every slow, hard thrust. Her body rocked from the impacts, her tits violently shaking each time. Her mouth hung open and she. She has the body of a mature woman, wide hips and full cleavage. I don't know who she is, but she looks like she's very upset with me. I am still wearing my light blue nightgown, but it is pulled up high above my waist. I am laying over this woman's lap with my white cotton panties bunched up around my knees. I must have been here for a while because my bottom is quite red. I am facing an open window and I can clearly see people in the house next door. I believe they can see me too. I lower my. She didn’t have a perfect back but it was good with little fat. Her waist fold would drive me nuts. A fold that never levels. If there was a power cut, she would sweat and her waist shined like a polished teak.Her thighs though could not be seen through her saree. I would try to makeout the outline. She has tremendous thunder thighs. I wish I could see her in leggin now.Sometimes when I sit on the floor and she sits on the chair. I would deliberately wait to see her cross her legs. Trying to.