‘No! You can’t do this to me! You can’t leave me, John! I’m the older one–I should go first!’ Tears ran from her eyes as she got off the b...d, went to the telephone and dialled 999 for the ambulance. She went back to the bed and felt the body. ‘You’re not getting away from me that easy. You’re not cold yet, so there’s still hope.’ She started mouth to mouth and CPR. She gasped in a lungful of air and blew it into his mouth, then did it again. She spoke as she rhythmically pressed on his chest.. I noticed that she had not put on any weight. Her waist was still delicately narrow, her overwhelming breasts looked tremendous with the nipples pushing against the silk of the blouse, and the cleavage took my breath.I had spent the afternoon with Frau Rach on her couch and carpet, kissing, licking, sucking and fucking like in old times, just wonderful. We then took a shower, rolled up in towels only, and had a beer on her porch looking at the garden with soft lights and the smell of the. "So how's the baseball team?" "Fine" Was all i could muster, as she moved down rubbing the top of her breast that were falling out of the bikini. Her nipples just pointing right at me. She finished her front then laid face first into the lounge, passing me the bottle. I put a little on my finger and barely rubbed her back from about a foot away. "Holden, whats wrong with you today?? You never put my lotion on like that? Is it my swim suit?." No, no, i... i... i had a cramp. Ill do it better". .i should say its awesome..its the best thing you could do on earth before you could hit the grave.So here is my one time true experience with my mom...My mom is one of those typical Indian women who always d****d themselves in the traditional saree and there is nothing better an Indian woman can wear.My mom was the average kind of woman..not too fat but not on the skinny side either.Her breasts were of 38D nice wide hips and long legs.Her wheatish skin was always a complement to her beauty.