Then we continued to lay like this for another hour or so.Eventually, we had to get up and she asked, "Would it be okay if I took a shower? I am prett... sweaty and funky."“Sure Becky, there are clean towels in the hall closet. Enjoy yourself,” I said. I went into the living room to wait for her. I had some thinking to do.I don't know whether it was just the desperation of a lonely old man or if Becky had some strange effect on me but after spending all night and most of the day with her, I just. “I really really really think that I like you more than a lot. I think that I may more than like you.” I said with a smile and went in for a kiss. Michael turned his head to the side and my kiss landed squarely on his cheek. “That’s cute but not good enough. Say it.” “Just ‘I love you’, like that? Why do I need to say it, because you know that I do?” “Okay, I guess it’s time for bed.” “Hold on, hold on, keep your pants on.” I said with a devilish smile and continued “I need to figure this out.”. The stories are true, I’ve only changed names to keep from causing trouble for anyone.I’m not sure where to start, so I’ll begin out of order, just writing about what comes into my memory.She was from Ahmedabad and her name was Sweta. She was a mature woman in her mid 40’s and it was obvious she had been very attractive in the past. She still was, and her only tribute to the aging process was long blonde hair that was interlaced with some gray. I never saw her with make-up, only in spa. I start to gently squeeze the breasts and roll the nipples making my friend moans. My friend taking the cue, pulls me to the side of her and now Roshni can see my friends face and my hips with a bulge on my jeans my friend places her palm on my jeans zipper and rubs slowly up and down and I am loving every moment watching her on cam and she slowly unzips my pants and pulls my hard swollen dick out and its sticks out straight into my friends face.She on the other side stopped touching herself.