Her long blonde hair was beginning to turn gray around her ears, but a trip to the hairdressers had seen highlights taking care of the gray. She loved...her hairdresser, he was young, sophisticated and every time he bent over she could see the imprint of his underpants. Sadly Michael was as gay as they come, something she had almost shed a tear over when she found out. Why were all the nicest looking men gay, married or otherwise indisposed?She checked her reflection one last time as she heard. So she bent it so that, while she stroked it, she could rub her clitty with the tip at the same time."Ohhh man!" he gasped. He'd almost shot off when they were lying there and it had teased at going in her. Now it was right at her opening again. He hadn't intended on having sex. He didn't even feel capable of doing that properly. But he knew the theory, in terms of where his penis was supposed to go at some point in his life.And it was right on the cusp of that event at this moment.Which was. As she did, she slid her hand down her lower stomach with her middle finger extended and let it graze over her clit. My penis immediately sprang to life. Damn that was hot!!Sis laughed and clapped her hands. "Just like Pavlov's dog," she exclaimed. She jumped out of the chair and plopped down next to me on the sofa. She reached over and grabbed my stiff prick. "We are not supposed to do that!" I screeched. She totally ignored me and started stroking it up and down. She said that rule had been. Ya sub koch dhak kar muja saber na howa aur man phir aik movi laya aik condum b laya kiun main lun per condum dal kar muth marta , main ahbi apna kaam shuroo hi kiya tha tu mahmoona ah gahee aur gusaa muja dhaka aur kaha ya kia kar raha ho tum main shermindagisa dir neecha kar diyaa us na kaha tum pata ha kitna bara guna ha ya , us na kaha tu shadi shda ho aur ab koi bachay b nahi hon , main tumhari biwi hon tu tum ya kis liya dhak raha hon kabi muja b dahka ha tum naa biwi lia hoti ha main.