This story is 100% true and not some stolen bullshitShe sat in the cubicle next to mine so I only physically saw her about three times a day. We did ...onverse a lot. I'm a fairly polite type of guy and will talk to anyone who is civil towards me even if I don't agree with their beliefs. I made the false assumption this woman was some far right-wing, nigger hating bible thumper. She looked the part to a tee. Imagine the whitest looking white woman imaginable, who dressed like an extra on. ”“Sometimes honey, I’m just too tired to do anything. How was school?”After dropping my backpack on the floor, I said, “Maybe it’s time to have a man in your life again?”She tried to get me to stop but I said, “Close your eyes? Tell me what your perfect man looks like when your eyes are closed?”Her eyes were closed and a lovely smiled formed on her face as she said, “Let’s see:”“Just a little bit taller than me, with dark brown or black hair and blue eyes!”“Go on, tell me more about him!”“I. Neenu took the water bottle and spun it. It pointed at mom.Neenu: Aunty, take off your saree.Mom slowly stood up and started taking off her saree. She finally removed it and placed it on the bed. Mom was looking so hot in her green color blouse and petticoat. Her belly button was also visible. It was a breathtaking moment. She finally sat down and spun the bottle. It pointed at Ravi. Mom thought for a second and told Ravi to take off his shirt and dhoti. Ravi started to take off his shirt and. I pushed him on the cold granite floor. I climbed on top of him.His cock is still hard covered with my juices. I held his cock, positioned on the craving pussy. His cock went deeper into me. I could see myself in the mirror of the almirah. I am riding with a stranger’s cock inside me. I closed my eyes and moved my ass, feeling the cock touching all around the inside of the pussy.I moved my hips faster. I am riding him harder now. He is also pushing his cock from below. His hands are squeezing.