Fhir usne mera baniyan k uper se mere pet per hath ghoomane laga mujhe ajib c feeling ho rhi thi kuch kuch gudgudi types to maine uska hath hath diya ...o wo hasne laga and mujse pucha ki kya hua to maine kaha kuch nahi..To usne fhir apna hath rakh diya es bar baniyan k andar dal diya or mere underwear k andar dal liya mera lund khada ho gya wo hila rha tha age piche kr rha tha mere lund ko.. And mai bus leta rha shida fhir wo mere or nazdeek aya or mere cheeks per kiss krne laga mujhe gudgudi ho. I was 63yrs old then and I had breast cancer. I had long since retired. When it looked as though I wouldn’t live, I tried not to have a pity party, I failed often. I was a fitness nut most of my adult life, I had moved to the back woods with my wife. Yes I was a lesbian then and now. I was raped as a teenager, and the few other experiences with men were just short of disastrous.“I was pretty enough the boys started after me before I was completely through with puberty. A group of three boys. Deep still being from a shy background used to control his feeling but one fine Saturday morning when he entered the house he saw Swati sleeping with her top raised above her breast and no bra. Deep decided that fucking Swati is now the main goal of his sad life.It was sometime around Pongal and both of Swati’s roommates went to their hometown and only Swati was in her flat. Deep came to cook at 7 P.M. and after masturbating on Swati’s used bra and panty started with his cooking when he noticed. My leather mini skirt came to mid thigh. I added knee high spiked heels boots to complete my look. I asked my husband, Brian, how I looked. He grabbed my ass and kissed me hard. I knew I had his approval. We headed out with no particular destination, just that we wanted to have some fun. As we passed a pool hall, I told Brian it looked like the perfect place to stop. He turned around and pulled into the parking lot. There were only a few cars there, but the music was jumping. We went in,.