And yet, here my friend stood, now bursting in sheer power. The woman that accompanied Cindi was somewhat older than us. She looked radiant in her age... which I guessed to be around her early to mid fifties. Unlike Fiona or Cindi, this woman sported a short, burred flattop that apparently had been bleached blonde. She too held a deep dark tan that accentuated her barely noticeable wrinkles. She wore a sharp white suit that buttoned down her healthy chest. I could tell she too was some type. She felt alone in the large empty house as her husband of less than a year was once again away on business. Mary had just turned 20 and she thought of her mother's warnings of marrying an older man, although very successful, he was frequently away. She was a beautiful girl with long brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a long slender body. She stood 5' 11" tall and weighed 140 lbs, her breasts were the favorite part of her body and she loved to show them off by wearing low cut tops.It was still. They'd gone to a movie and sat in the back. Eric's hand had landed on her leg and pushed the hem of her skirt higher and higher. Under the sheets now, her own hands followed that memory, pulling the hem of her nightie up, up, up. She hadn't been sure whether to stop him, but it felt good when he started rubbing her panties so she let him continue. And it felt even better when he slipped his fingers in through the leg hole of her underwear. She was wet there and his fingers slid easily between. Main appni story par att hu dosto me daily mandir jata hu or bahkti par bohot wishwas rakhta hu ek din me mandir se darshan kar ka lot raha to me jese he mandir ka get se bahar ayya to ek khoobsurat se ladki mujhe dekhi magar jab wo pass i to mujhe pata chala ki wo to aunty perpar wo bohot hi khubsurat thi usna mujhe dekha or smile pass ke or andar mandir ma chali gai or me to usay he dekhe raha tha usna mujhe wapas palat kar dekha or phir smile de or maina usay smile de phire mujhe kisi kaam.