He started moving and was picking up his pace and what do you know, we were fucking!We were really comfortable in this missionary position and we didn...��t wanna change positions since it was perfect. We were fucking and sloppily making out. I felt his whole body weight on me and his hairy chest filled with sweat felt nice on my nipples when he hugged me.It was probably the alcohol that made the penetration easier but I felt my anus open up to him and his dick. I asked him to do it faster. It. For some unknown reason, she stood staring at my legs with arather amused look in her eyes. "I hope I did not interrupt anything?"Right then, I knew I was caught. In my haste, I had forgotten to hidemy stocking-clad feet. I decided to make the best of the situation."I-I-I really wasn?t expecting company," I half-heartedly replied, myeyes riveted on the soft black leather pants that hugged everybeautiful curve of her body. Coupled with high-heeled ankle boots andlong hair that flowed to her. ”“Can I tell you something, Wade?”“Sure.”“I absolutely love my new life, and I haven’t even seen where I’ll be living.”“Well, you’ve probably seen better places, but I like it and it’s home to me.”“I’m sure it’s more than you say it is. Whatever it looks like, it will be a mansion compared to the places I’ve lived over the past ten years.”“Well, it probably is a lot better than I make it sound. It’s not that fancy, but it has all the modern facilities and appliances. I do have a nice patio in. While washing clothes, she showed that thin panty to me. Ya it was very thin material. I hanged it for drying.It was 11.30 and Maami was about to finish her washing work.Maami: For this Diwali, We should take a washing machineI was thinking if she takes washing machine, I may miss the chances to see her like this.Me: Maamii.. Still you are 37. You don’t need washing machine.Maami: Madduu You are like your maama. You are ready to see me dying but don’t buy washing machine naMe: Die? People die.