At the age of you can say late thirties Gunjan Didi was having a body structure of a typical MILF, although she was not mother of any child.She was go...d heighted almost 5’8″ any day taller than me, bit dusky having bit of belly, she was holding really good amount of flesh on her arms and thighs with big delectable and erotically spread ass mounds with really very heavy breasts. From last one year I was seeing her in all possible dresses which a female of a reputed family wear, Indian, like. So I was trying to encourage her to make this the time she did something. At one point, I texted her, You know it’s Ok with me if something happens.And to my complete surprise, she texted back, I think something is happening.My mind raced and my cock was hard from the time I got that text until when she finally came home that night. I imagined her with some distinguished writer she’d always admired and now was getting to fuck. When she got home and came to bed, where I was but certainly not. The expression in his eyes said everything. He could not stop looking at my waist and my back. I returned back with a glass of water. He sipped the water.He said, “You are very beautiful, miss.” I felt a little shy and said, “Oh come on, you may have met many girls much beautiful than me before.” He said, “No no no, you are really really beautiful. Your husband is really blessed to have an angel like you every night.”His words raised my heartbeat again. He targeted on sex directly. obviously. I can see why boys obsess about them,” said Ariel. She gazed at Bell’s hard pink nipples as her hands slipped over the brunette’s soapy breasts. “So much more fun than washing my own.”“You’re such a slut, Ariel,” said Bell. She nodded over Ariel’s shoulder. “Why don’t you get Jasmine clean while I wash your back.”Ariel pushed her thumbs across Bell’s nipples a little harder than she needed to, causing Bell to suck in air and shudder at the sensation. Ariel favored Bell with a smug smile, before.