Giving her control of her own body empowered her in ways that she couldn't have expected in advance. Because I never took, she was almost always happy...to give.Tammy asked me if I would be willing to try penetrating her bottom. She wanted to find out if it felt as good as my fingers, and whether she was missing out on anything. Her fear was that I'd fail to control myself and hurt her. It was all up to Tammy. When she was ready, she extracted my solemn promise not to pound her to pieces, and to. It was on the day of our housewarming that I met Renuka aunty for the first time. She was in her late thirties. She was very friendly. She looked fair, with normal size boobs even though she had given birth to three children. Her ass was too big, it used to bulge outwards like a hump in a straight road. She and my mom became very close friends. She used to come to our house frequently and talk with my mom. My mom liked her company too. She cared about me very much. She used to ask my mom about. It should have been heartwarming. Should havebeen. The warm, close hug she shared with Heather made her realize shewas right, that fling with Bobbie had done her some good.Faye had seen Kim before, but didn't know her well. The shaved headand the baggy clothes was really all she knew of the recovering girl.This was definitely Kim, the face and voice were hers, of that therewas no question.But, those breasts were not. Her shirt was far less baggy than sheremembered it ever being. Faye was also. My late wife thought she was a slut. I wanted to find out.Her mother had dark hair but the daughter had hers frosted... Almost silver in places. It made her look older and she used way too much makeup for me. I wanted to make her sweat it off... Fuck her senseless... All night long.I moved up behind her while she took the first sip of her new drink. She turned and stopped in her tracks. I was a little close. She was getting there. She giggled."Dressed to party..." Her slacks looked as if they'd.