My pussy dripped juices. They soaked my bush. Already, the faint scent of my sweet musk permeated the air. And tinged beneath it was the familiar, and...delicious, aroma of my girlfriend’s twat. She was getting wet for her mommy.Wonderful.Mrs. Morris wore a pair of gray panties with a high cut to them. Her husband finished pulling off her pants then he slid his hands up and grabbed his wife’s panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down, following my commands.I smiled,. Unconsciously, she drew back her legs slightly, her buttocks moving voluntarily against the slippery softness of the cushions beneath, and her cunt contracted as the delightfully lewd and lascivious inner sensations increased with his every stroke.Alex felt her urgent answering throbs around the length of his buried prick. Her smooth clasping cunt-flesh had begun a seizured opening and closing performance around the pulsating member. Her pleasurable mewling and purring sounds were suddenly. My chithi did not wish to live all alone in a big house and decided to live with her brother. My mother decided to give chithi a call and find out if she could help for some time. My chithi was about 44 years old and I had seen her once during her daughter’s wedding about 2 years back. Her husband died of a heart attack a few years back. My parents attended the funeral but I could not as I was stuck in some assignment in Delhi. We were watching T.V in the hall and my mom came to us with a. She was about thirty years old her own self and a little on the dumpy side. She was sloppy dressed in the best of times and usually very unkempt. But to Eddie she was beauty incarnate. When she walked out to the hen house to gather the eggs Eddie watched every movement her fat ass made as she waddled slowly across the yard. He imagined what it would be like to take that thin dress off her and just plain fuck her in the front yard. When she went out to the barn to give the rations of oats to the.