” she cried “ ... I wish my momma had milk...” her voice trailed off.Straightening her back, she began to quickly unbutton the hooks of her blou...e, all the while looking at my face, her face darkened with lust.As the hooks of her blouse came undone, she opened the flaps of her blouse to bare the black matronly 42-D bra she was wearing inside. They were the old fashioned type, covering almost all of her massive mammary glands, and straining under the weight of the heavy tit-flesh. Reaching. Eyes? I hurriedly track back to their source and squint, as basic bodily functions like eyesight are working at a reduced capacity while my remaining senses gear up for orgasm. I freeze momentarily. Oh shit. Sure enough, behind the closest tree of a cluster a handful of feet inside the wood, a girl’s eyes stare at us making love. How long has she been there? Mostly hidden by the trunk, I can just make out her long, brown hair as she peeps, trying not to be caught amid her act of voyeurism.. Waha mere centre k paas hi ek ghar tha. Kya pata tha us ghar me meri kismat ka taala h jise main apni lohe jaisi chabi k sath kholne wala tha. Us ghar me ek lady thi. Wo married thi but lagti nahi thi. Har koi dhokha kha jata tha jaise maine bhi khaya tha. Wo married h ye sach mujhe tab pata chala jab wo apne bache k sath ek din apne ghar k bahar baithi thi.Main roz use aate jaate dekhta rehta. Tution centre ghar se thoda door tha is liye ek hi baar dekh pata tha din me. Main use dekhta hu we. It felt so wonderful neither of them was sure they wanted it to stop. But, as good things always do, their shared joy eventually did pass. Tim’s erection softened, and he pulled it from his wife, then he laid next to her on the bed. Heidi rolled on her side, wrapped an arm around him, and pulled Tim against her. He kissed her softly, and she looked at him, her eyes moist, soft, and incredulous. ‘I love you so much, Tim Jackman!’ she murmured. ‘I love you, too, Heidi Jackman,’ Tim responded and.