I love you all. I am Malti Malhotra, sexy widow of 30 years, lusting for my brother Ajay who lusts for me in return. He is such a lusty fellow to whom...I surrendered the day I turned a widow. We were poor and I married my late father’s friend Ashok, a rich businessman who was old enough to be my father. I worked for him as his secretary and he seduced me to fuck him.He wanted to marry me. My brother objected to my marriage but I told him that I loved my little brother and that my marriage was a. ” Sam blushed and smiled shyly. “I know this might sound weird, but seeing as how my wife has left town, I was wondering if you were free tonight. I would very much like to take you out to dinner, just you and me. I want to get to know you outside of this café.” My eyes glimmered as I looked deeply into hers. “Oh? Really?” Sam placed her hand slowly on her chest. “Yes, really” I smiled. I could see that she was quickly absorbing the scenario that has just presented itself to her and what. I rolled my eyes with lust and excitement as my breathing became more erratic. These boys were more experienced than I thought.The young black guy continued finger blasting my pussy and confidently invited a third member of my class to join in.“Come over here and finger this sluts asshole!” He said, almost sneering as he said so.The guy squeezing my breasts, removed his hands and unzipped his jeans. A huge uncircumcised cock, sprang from his jeans. Long, thick and a pinky white. The veins were. Whatever it is, just tell me.” My voice was soft because we were in a dining room, but my tone was clear. No matter what she wanted to say, I was all ears, hanging on every word she had to say.“Ummm ... after our wedding night and for the rest of our honeymoon ... Daniel was insistent that I ‘submit’ to him at any time he chose. I was so sore. It hurt each and every time, but he said that he waited a long time for my body, and I was not going to make him wait. Not ... Ever ... Again. He wanted.