We have a independent house this story is about how my tenant’s wife became my wife and my age is just 21. My tenant suresh moved into our house in ...he year y2k with his newly married bride her name is veena . Within a month of marriage veena became pregnent . I used to call her akka. After delivering baby my feeling towards her changed , after seeing her lactating her baby. From that day i made sure to see her breast when ever i got a chance. I even used to collect her bra’s and panties . This. “What is it?” He wondered.“I have a confession to make,” she smiled. Dan looked at her concerned something was wrong. “I’m acting a little shy because you’re the first man to wake up in the morning in my bed since my engagement was broken off.”“I am? I feel so honoured. Hope this won’t be the last morning I wake up beside you, especially with such a good blow job as an alarm clock!” He kidded.“It won’t be,” she smiled, kissing him quickly.“Now that we’ve calmed down from last night’s adventures. We walked across the dusty lot and I noticed the attendant’s eyes follow Jean. I must admit she looked good for a woman of 58. She only wore a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and her curves were highly visible. I thought to myself he would probably like to fuck this lovely, mature white woman and I fantasized briefly about Jean sucking and fucking his black dick.The diner wasn’t much, what one would expect in this out-of-the-way place and we slid into a booth. A plump black woman with huge breasts. I noticed him looking at my breasts right away, something I had never noticed him doing before. I could feel my nipples harden against the thin cotton and knew it must have been a sight to see the shirt hanging loosely from my round tits and hardened nipples. “Hey Sis.” Justin said smiling. “I see you learned how to knock.” He chuckled.“Finally.” I joked back. “You okay?” I asked, looking into his deep blue eyes, trying to break the ice a little and work through the awkwardness. Justin.