I wiggled my backside and strained a little, pushing back, as he probed with the head of his cock then gave one long deep thrust…it was painful enou...h to get a loud squeal from me, all six and a half inches, buried in one thrust! It took my breath away for a moment; he pulled back and gave me another one that seemed even harder; there was the familiar ‘slap’ as our bodies hit hard and…he hit bottom…hard as hell. Ron balled the dress up in his hands slamming me like hell; it was like being. I felt guilty eavesdropping, but my old middle-class morality was rearing its ugly head. I decided that the best thing to do was simply to complete my mission to the kitchen.When I arrived in the kitchen, the light was on. Charlotte was seated at the table with a cup of something hot. I assumed it was one of the herbal teas that she favoured. She grinned at me. "I couldn't sleep either," she said. "Too much excitement, I guess." Yeah," I agreed. I took a mug from the cupboard, filled it with. Then the day came, I went to her house. She greeted me. What a lovely aunty. I came to know she was 32. She was wearing an yellow saree, and to top it all I could see her navel and since the saree was transparent the 440 watts boobs too. I could visualize her huge and sexy boobs and lovely ass. She smiled at me. I had some erection and I managed to conceal it by sitting in nearby sofa. She asked me to stay for the lunch and we had a chat for some time.I came to know that she was widowed for now. Alessandra gasped softly; she had to cover her mouth with her hand to prevent being heard and she felt her heart beat a little faster as if she was nervous or excited. She put another hand on her chest and had accidentally brushed her fingers over her nipple which had made her sigh softly at the momentarily pleasure that gave her.She had no idea why her nipples responded the way they did when she saw a pretty woman like this. Growing up on a farm she knew exactly how people make love, of.