‘Don’t move,” you say as you slip off your shoes. Walking over to me you pull up your skirt, exposing your shaved cunt to me. Placing a foot on ...ither side of my head and then kneeling, you sit on my face. I eagerly lick at your slit, pushing my tongue into your soft folds. I sigh with pleasure as the stress of your day leaks away. For a bit you simply let me lick and slurp at your warmth. Then, not wanting me to feel neglected, you push my hand out of the way, taking over control of the toy,. Anyway It was a regular basis and after some day we introduced ourselves. Then we talked and become friends. We exchanged our numbers. Sometimes me and my mother pays visit to her flat and my mom always was bz with her mother in gossiping. Once my mother was in chat with her mother, she came from her office and got into her room for shower, the women were bz with themselves, i went to her room which was unlocked (she did it intentionally for me) and went towards the bathroom and u don’t. She too reached the location on time and I guided her to the table which I had occupied. Beautiful is one word I could think of when I saw her and more than that every move, every word she spoke was exquisite she was a sophisticated woman. Friends please do not think beauty means an hour glass figure.Beauty for me is something more than that and to tell you Shilpa did not have an hour glass figure. One could call her full figured woman but she was beautiful. We ordered and spent the next few. Her butt found a place on the floor next to me, and we just cuddled. She kissed me on the cheek, and we just relaxed for a couple minutes. "I know I love eating you out, but fingering you, and shoving this huge dildo in your slit is hot too," she muttered. "You really do love me, don't you?" I pondered. Her hand gave me a slight knock on the head. "No, I bought all this sexy stuff for Jack to enjoy. He never liked it on me. We never had much of a sex life, but with you, I'm just always left.