She crouched down and reached up the legs of her shorts. The crumpled waist of her panties came down around her ankles, firstly off one and then the o...her as she stood. She held the garment out for me to see. They were certainly not normal fare except the fact that she wasn't an American. They looked like lingerie, something a girl would wear to sleep in underneath a long shirt, or for her husband to spice up their relationship.Angela wrapped them around my cock and rubbed the length, pulling. . jaise meri jubaan unke cunt ko chho leti to wo aur chilla kar, ” aaahhhh…………… aahhhhh…. hhmmmm……….. aur jor se chato….” ab unki pussy ne bhi pani chhodna chalu kar diya tha aur unse raha nai ja raha tha aur wo boli ke,” ab daal de tera mota hathiyar aur meri pyas buja de…” ab mein bhi issi ke intezar meai tha to meine apna hathiyar unki pussy pa rakh kar dhakka lagaya to woh chillayi,” hay re faad di meri re……………….” fir meine zatke lagana chalu kar diya to unhone muje dhakka de kar bahar. And my vagina was not stretched by your mother. Her head never dropped so I had a C-section.’ She put her fingers along the almost invisible 51 year old scar. I put my fingers on her scar but I could barely feel it and wouldn’t notice if I wasn’t looking for it. ‘Please let me know if I need to pull out or adjust.’ ‘I want you to stay inside. This is all new to me. Are you ok without thrusting?’ ‘Don’t worry Grandma, I love how you wrapped. Without thinking I started sliding my hands over her back, she wasn't wearing a bra. I slid my hand over her chest and squeezed her breasts."So you want to fool around?" I asked.She didn't say anything, just looked me in the eyes and nodded. I took her by the hand and led her to my room."Let me see you undress." I told her firmly.She slid out of her dress and stood in front of me. Her pink and white socks had tiny bunny rabbits on them, and her underwear was light blue cotton. She shivered.