Or himmat karke main utha or dhire dhire usi pajama niklne laga,jaise hi uski pajama uske gand se nicheGayi to main ruk gaya of mobile se uski gand de...hne laga,kya gore chutad the uske. Phir maine uski nangi gand ko chua or faila kar uski gand ka ched dekha to paya ki uska ched thoda khula hua hai,main samaj gaya ki ye chudi hui hai or gand bhi marvati hati hai . Tab maine usko wasi pajama pehna di or so gaya.next day humare kisi relative ki death ho gayi thi gaon main to mummy papa wahan chale. I turned this way and then that way and thought that for 42 I still looked pretty good. I was a statuesque 5' 8", had a long, lithe and trim body with nice legs, actually great legs, legs that most women would kill for. I reached up and cupped my 36C breasts and saw that although there was just a bit of sag too them I still felt that I could go topless on any beach and turn men's heads. I pulled and tugged on my nipples and they responded appropriately, standing out about a half an inch from my. I’ll call my mom and tell her I’m at a friend’s.” “I’ll get some refreshments, phone is on the table.”, Greg said while walking into the kitchen. When I connected with my mom Greg returned with two glasses of wine, which he placed on the coffee table. He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my torso, pushing his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts. I felt his hot breath on my neck, “I need you Jen.” He whispered. He dragged my hand behind my back and onto his. He gently pulled her up as his hands travelled from her hair down to her smooth legs. Her hands moved up and down his well-built body while he continued to kiss her.After that, he whispered, "Wait here."He got up and took out the candles and massage oils from her bag. He placed the candles on the nightstand and on the dresser. Some of them smelled like vanilla and other sensual scents, some of them were the ones that melt into massage oil.He came back to Pamela who was still on the bed. He.