When the villagers finished heaping their praise, I hurried back to the inn, trying to pretend no one could see the half risen hardness that had plagu...d me the entire trek back through the woods as I labored next to Kalum’s lean, muscled bulk. Back in our room, I retreated behind a threadbare changing screen, shucked my smallclothes and stepped into the squat metal basin the innkeeper had been set out for bathing. The water was surprisingly warm and I was still sighing with pleasure when. "Soren," she said, "I do apologize for bursting in on you while you were masturbating. I mean, I know that you're sixteen, and, although I'm perfectly aware of your chronological station, I hadn't correlated that with a developing sex drive and consequent increased need for privacy." It's okay, Mom," I said. "But maybe you could knock next time you find the door closed?" I shall, Soren, I shall indeed."Some people may think that that's a pretty weird way for a mother to talk to her son. Not in. I hadn't realised I was actually staring, mesmerised at her bright glowing, nice round breasts, until a hand waved in front of my eyes. I’t was one of the others in the same group. “Enjoying the view?” she said laughing. A bit embarrassed, I looked at the face of the woman in the white t-shirt. Her hair was black, loose curls sat just over her shoulders. Her big brown eyes looked back at me. I couldn’t tell what her expression was. Another reason I didn’t go for older women was they were more. 78 m) height and above-average looks. Well, the lead heroine of my story is Ankya who is my maternal cousin living in Indore and the same age as mine.Ankya is an Indian sex-goddess with 5’8″ (1.73 m) height and a figure of 38-28-36. Although her figure is not of a typical classy stat, her dusky complexion with her witty naughtiness complements it well to tickle any men around her. This is a real-life experience, with a lot of build-ups to final sex thus story will be in series. People looking.