She can feel his presence.Her eyes close to mask all the years of sorrow that have plagued her. I can feel him stir, as I look down to see him unbutto... my dirty white cotton blouse of old. He has exposed my firm and full breasts, naked and waiting to be touched and held. His warm hands found them, and gently cup the small roundness, but I see my own skin now, without her paleness. I quickly gasp and look back to the reflection. Her head is drawn back and her small mouth is agape in the elusive. To main udar hi baitha raha. Thodi der baad jab mami bahar aayi to main unko dekhta hi reh gaya. Dosto mami ne bas ek towel se apni body ko cover kiya huya tha. Jab mami ke nazar mujhe padhi to woh sharma gayi. Unko nahi pata tha ki main room mein hu to woh aise hi bahar aa gayi.Fir jab mujhe dekha to jaldi se wapis bathroom mein ghus gayi. Mujhe laga shyad mujhe jana chahiye yahan se. To main bahar hall mein aakar baith gaya aur TV dekhne laga. Unka beta abhi chota tha to usko kuch samajh nahi. Would you like that?”“Yes,” he says breathlessly. “I would love that so much.”“Good. Lie down on the bed then, baby.”I definitely sense that most of his anxiety has evaporated, only to be replaced by lust and anticipation. He lies down on the bed as I take off my fur coat and rest it on the bed, revealing my lacy black bra and underwear. He stares at me longingly as I carefully straddle him and then place my hands on both sides of his head so that my long hair falls down, brushing his face. He. My hands fumbled to pull the bra straps from her shoulders, tugging it down so I could place my mouth against her soft skin. Her back arched and a deep groan escaped her lips as I engulfed her nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue against it and sucking on it as my hand squeezed at its twin. I caught the hard nub between my teeth, and she slid her hand down her belly to cup her mound as she whimpered. I pushed her hand away and replaced it with my own, whimpering myself as I felt her grind.