This is not obviously my fantasy and of someone who emailed me. I will let you decide if it’s a women’s fantasy or that of a man. You can give you... reviews. I am gonna write from the fan perspective now.Hello, This is Roshni (name changed). I am 48 years old, divorced. I have a daughter. She is married and lives abroad. After my bad divorce, I was reluctant to marry so decided to raise my daughter as a single mom. It was tedious at the beginning but all worked well, especially with my well-paid. Stripping off in front ofPauline was going a bit far. ?Do as she says.? For the first time Mary spoke, her voicestern and controlled. Somehow those four quiet words held more power, moreauthority than any of Pauline?s orders. Tom realised there would be no helpfrom that quarter and undid his trousers, pushing them to his knees. ?And your underpants. Come on, don?t keep me waiting!? ?Yes, Mistress Pauline.? Tom pushed down his underpants andhis penis, unencumbered at last, jutted out firmly. So firm was the soft, yielding flesh that they hardly sagged even without the support of a brassiere. Pauline trembled slightly as her breasts were exposed to the gaze of a man for the first time."No," she murmured but her protest seemed weak and indefinite. Maybe he hadn't needed the roofie? Maybe she was an easy lay?"You're beautiful," Joe murmured. Each breast was a perfect hemisphere, crowned with a beautiful brown areola, topped by a tender nipple of the same color. Joe licked his lips.. We made our formal introductions. I like the sound of her laughter a lot. She would do that for every joke I tell her. But all the while, I kept looking at her hot cleavage and thighs. Back in my place, you don’t get to see them more often. So, this is how our conversation went.Me: Hello, Jaanvi. I heard a lot about you.Jaanvi: Hi. What?! From whom?Me: Well, there is a story about you on a website called Indian Sex Stories.Jaanvi: About me on Indian Sex Stories?Me: Yes.Jaanvi: Oh My God! What.