Wo dikhney main badi sexy thi jaisey hi sabi parivaar ke sadhsaye shadi ke liye rawana hoi toh hamare ghar main sirf main meri dadi aur cousin reh gay... mera last exam tha aur phir main bhi khali ho gaya. Mami-papa aur 1 haftey baad aney waley the .main ghar par bor honey laga .ek din raat main main pani pene ke liye utha fridge kitchen main tha jo ki dadi ke kamre ke sath tha meri cousin bhi meri dadi ke sath hi soti thi.ush raat main dekha ki meri cousin so rahi hai aur ushi farok kafi upar. Discuss your case with my husband. But then ... I had a ... revelation.” Her forehead glistened with sweat and her ponytail danced behind her as she continued to jog in place. While bouncing, she pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it onto the sofa. “I found something ... better than any ... drug. As ... sweet as ... life itself.”“You need to stop, Mrs. Epman.” Patrick watched this professional, married woman exercise in her black lace bra and panties. He couldn’t pull his gaze away from. He left me in the shed still jerking myself, cumming the minute he shut the door behind him. I felt disrespected, so useless and still horny. That made me even hornier. To feel used, and not cared for. We did it almost every other week. like 3 times a month. When June came, I had the house to myself for four days. (due to a relative passing away, My family had to leave town. I had to stay to get enrolled into college) I told him to come over and he did. I was dressed for him. Even got my nails. I was 49 and he was 28. He was my own son. He was looking interested in me! and me? In one mind I was trying to shut these thoughts off my mind and in other, I was liking him, his company…..his body! My son had touched the woman in me. He had talked what a woman dies to hear to. I went to the mirror and looked at myself. here I was at 49. A bit fat, ripe and a fresh handsome man, my son was sold out on me. I felt proud looking at my image in the mirror.I said to myself, “Rajani…you still have.