”His eyes definitely aren’t making it up to her face. A little bit of that is because he’s embarrassed. “So, if I wanted to, how would it work...”She guides his hand to her breast. “We’d go somewhere a bit more private, and you could suck on my tit and drink my nice warm milk. If you squeeze a bit, you can tell they are firm. That’s because they are filling up.”He tentatively squeezes her breast. “Doesn’t it hurt?”“A little.” She winks at him. “Of course I kind of like that too.”His hand falls to. .what can I do for you?", I asked. She was a widow whom I guessed to be in her mid to late 60s, a bit on the plump side, but very well-proportioned and toned. She had classy gray hair which was a bit shorter than shoulder length, breasts which I estimated to be 38 or 40C, and a sort of sexy and full tummy, legs, and backside. I was impressed by her height...around 5'-10 or 11, which allowed her to carry her bit of extra weight very nicely. I had spoken to her from a distance numerous times. Kya tujhe main acchi nahi lagti kya?”Main: Kaisi baat kar rahi hai, Rajkumari? Aapki sewa karna mera dharm hai. Aur main to aapki daasi hu.Misha: Dekh main tujhe kuch batana chahti hu. Lekin ye baat agar yaha se bahar gayi to tu sooli per latki hui dikhegi.Main: Nahi nahi Rajkumari main kisi ko nahi bataungi.Misha: Theek hai. To sun mujhe ladkiya pasand aati hai mard nahi. Tu mujhe bohut achhi lagti hai. Aur sabse important baat to ye hai ke tujhe aaj tak kisi mard ne chhua bhi nahi hai.Main:. If Rachel was warming up with vicarious arousal, Derrick was redlining beyond his control. The smooth skill with which she’d been sucking his dick had been incredible, but the unexpected sensation of her mouth eagerly encircling his sac made every muscle in his body tense almost painfully. He squinted downward and marveled as the partial view of Rachel’s face buried between his legs. Listening to her moan and absorbing the slicing waves of pleasure was too much for his senses to take. He shut.