Her stats are 36c-32-38 (i knew after i opened her bra). Normally we used to smile at each other like many other neighbor. We never spoke to each othe... but we knew our room number as we stay just opposite to each other in the same block. I never thought having sex with her but i try to see her cleavage as and when it is visible. Her boobs are like bomb, stiff and in nice shape. When she walks it’s an opportunity for the eyes to gaze into her swinging buttocks. It bounces with her every step,. The woman on the bench is just so, disheveled, while the little girl is perfect in every way."Come on Princess," I say as I hold out my hand and she immediately takes it like she has been doing it all of her life and we walk to her mother."I believe that this Princess belongs to you," I say to the woman as a beaming Princess looks on; obviously happy that someone finally recognizes her Royal self.The mother does not look good, she looks pale, despite her natural color, and sickly as I get up. I started thinking about those wonderful past days where everything was new and exciting. The sex was hot and plentiful as we explored each other’s newly discovered bodies, finding out what made each other shiver and shake to ultimate explosive orgasms. However, as relationships develop, so do routines, and what was once exciting became mundane. We needed more adventure in our life.My glass empty, I considered one last refill before going back to my room for a lonely session with my right hand. " We went upstairs to our room, both of us a little tipsy. I brought Terry's full glass of wine with me. As I sat on the bed waiting for Terry to get out of the shower I closed my eyes and pictured my Dad fucking Terry. I don't know if other men imagine their wives with other men but I do. I was sitting there with a hardon when Terry came out. "You are thinking about me and your dad having sex aren't you." "Yes" I said. "You would like that wouldn't you?" "I would" I replied. She picked up her.