The large block room, painted sea green, had six showerheads mounted on each side of the room. The floor was a red Spanish tile that matched the walls...perfectly. Selecting the first showerhead, Mike adjusted the water temperature so as not to make it too hot or cold. Then hanging his towel on the nearby hook he stepped under the warm water allowing it to stream down his body. After a few minutes, the man that had been shaving in the outer room joined him in the shower room. Mike watched as the. It was the marriage of my elder brother and we had many relatives gathered at our home. Among them one was my maternal uncle’s wife (MAMI). She was around 32 years old. At this age also she looked gorgeous and beautiful. She had nice 36” boobs, a waistline of 28” and good swaying buttocks of almost same as the boob size. She had very good features and was fair as milk. The most enjoyable part of her body was the navel as she used to wear sari below belly button. My MAMA (uncle) was of around 43. She rose and fell quickly, her inner muscles clenching over the swollen shaft and turning her hips side to side to vary the angle of the pole she craved as one peak of her wave crested and the next found the path to her groin. She cried out again and I sucked her tit into my mouth fully as a hand went to her clit and pinched it with command. Another surge of nectar flooded her pussy and coated my mound; she rode on and on for half an hour, her climax all but non stop. Even though my sack was. The only light now came from the large windows with the lights of the City in front of us. We stood close together, I pointing out places to her, using my excellent knowledge of the City. She touched my arm, asking about one particular building and left her hand there. She said how beautiful the City was at night - how romantic. So saying, she leant her head on my shoulder. Unthinkingly I put my arm round her as I would my wife, but instantly realised the different feel of this taller, slimmer.