It became habit. After five years I went to my village. It is here for the first time I dreamed which became my life dream.My mother in fifty years an... is very pious. Behind that very pious woman there is beauty which I recognized in her late fifties. Even after giving birth to five c***dren and raising them she has some attraction. Even in fifty she has an attraction. Behind that cotton sari there are big beautiful curves which can still tempt men. Several thoughts came to my mind. I used to. I started going room to room with just the candle to light my path. The house was cold and as quiet as a tomb and the floorboards protested my intrusion and creaked with my every step. My heart rate increased with every room I passed and the blood was hammering in my ears and my senses were on high alert. I expected to be surprised or attacked at every dark corner.My search seemed to take forever as I was forced to move slowly lest any fast forward movement threaten to blow out the candle's. As the tempo of the beating music increased, I slid my hard cock into my sensual wife’s sopping wet pussy. I could not move my cock forward anymore because of the crowd; but Anita herself began bouncing up and down to the music and my cock finally moved in and out of her steamy cunt.It did not take long before my warm cum plowed out of my cock and into her sweet hot pussy. Ana grunted as a wild climax hit her body.At the same time, I felt her splashing both of us with her hot juices. We. I pulled them on one at a time. He motioned to me to walk around in them and to turn around a few times. He wanted a show before he fucked me. I walked back and forth modeling the stocking for him. I must admit I did feel sexy in them and then I noticed I was hard and fully erect. Ivan noticed that too. He groped my cock and balls. Something he didn’t do in front of the others. Then he pushed me down on the bed. My cock stood straight up in the air and he was moving closer to me. He opened his.