Stroking him... soothing him... until he starts panting... its ok boy... dzjinna is here for you... pushing my slender hand... upside down... stroking...his cock... harder he gets... as i purr in his ear and he hears my familar voice... good boy... harder boy... please... i need u harder... cum on boy... stroking... squeezing... feeling his precum spew out... so i can rub the slippery head... mmmmmmmm... good boy..."The landscape was hidden in darkness and shrouds of mist. We followed the curves. When my purse fell down and I did not notice it. At the same moment, my beautiful lady was also coming and she saw my purse falling down. She called me, picked up the purse and gave me. I thanked her and told her that I would not have been able to pay for my cab to which she asked where I was heading. I told her and she was also heading towards Dwarka, so we decided to share the cab. While I was in the cab I got to know her better.She is 34 years old, divorced, had a six yrs old daughter and. I live in madipur new delhi with my parents and a sister. Now coming to the story….This story is about my friend’s mother neha (name changed). This story is of last summer jab hamari summer vacations chal rahe thee main aur mera dost daily sham ko 5 se 8pm badminton khelte thee. Uski mummy bhi vahin baithti aur hame dekhti aur bich bich mein thodi der khel bhi leti. Baat vahin se shuru hui kab vo khelti to uske boobs uchalte aur matakti gand ko dekhar man machal jata bas fir kyat ha man mein. Let me describe this man for you. 6 foot 4 and about 250lbs of muscular beef. Incredibly handsome, thick dark mustache and dark hair. Blue eyes, big hands, wide shoulders beautifully accented by his dark suit. Wedding ring on his finger. We had such a nice talk. He was a gentle giant, quiet yet I could tell firm and no pushover, but compassionate and understanding. One thing about me is that I'm a good listener and I was fascinated with his words. We talked a good hour and I told him that i was.