Jyada time na lete hui story pe aata hu .Last story me mene bataya kaise pooja ne mera welcome kiya uske ghar pe ..Wo bol rahi thi pahle khana bana le...e h phir khake wohi kaam rahega ..But me kaha rukne wala tha usse dekh ke to mujhe control hi ni ho raha tha ..Usne transparent saree pahan rakhi thi usme uski bra and panty dikh rahi thi ..Usne red colour ka bra and black colour ka panty pahna hua . Wo kitchen me gayi me bhi uske piche chala gaya . Usko piche se pakad ke lund uski gand me dal. (He was a shower and a grower...just a little jealous!). Feeling him get hard in my mouth as I gently sucked and rolled my tongue around his member was amazing. It didn't take him long to get fully hard again. Once he was there I imagined I was Annie, slapping his hard cock against my face and rubbing my spit all over my face. After a few minutes of frantic sucking he tensed and grabbed the sheets again. This time I deliberately wanked him off onto my face. The first stream of cum hit me just. Back in the late 70s and early 80s many the top shelf magazines were full of “lipstick lesbians” dressed in sexy satin and lace lingerie in various poses so when I got hold of some of those magazines the connection was made between feminine beauty, kissing, tongues, sex, satin and same sex love so all that was to follow in my life seemed to follow on from that for me.I had began to enjoy satin lingerie when I was sixteen after finding a pair of knickers down an alleyway, they were a black satin. If she was 21 though, I was the queen of Persia. ‘Of course not, Mrs Mature Woman, anyone can see that you are 21 and half-a-day. ID please!’ The conversation made Honey and Sally, who sat nearby, laugh and that didn’t make me any more popular with the girl. ‘It’s in my luggage somewhere.’ she gestured towards a huge bag over by the door. ‘It’s hot and I have travelled for two days. Can’t I have the beer while I try to find the ID? Please?’ ‘Sorry, I can get you a pint of water though. You.