One day i got it . my mother was out of the city. she came to my home alone as her mother was ill. i was sitting in the veranda. she was sweeping the ...loor. i could see her ass from her tight clothe.i was getting so aroused that i couldn’t control myself. and she was preparing to leave i gathered courage and asked her” can i fuck u?” she was amazed and said “no”. but i was not going to miss that golden chance. so i held her in my arms and and took her to my bedroom. she was resisting hard. i. In a few strokes I check my breath and start pumping inside her. I feel her starting to cum again, I maintain the stroke and the cumming. I have finished and now she is having another. I keep up pace and allow her to complete the final one. I get off her and lay there, she gathers her things and runs from the bed room. By the time I get in the living room she is walking out the door. jumps in her car and drives away. I wash up and change the sheets. Cum ran out of her and made a mess. I better. At last, Monique can no longer retreat behind a facade of impassivity. She is talking to him, quietly, urgently. I strain to understand until I realise that this woman, whose professional persona is fluent in English, has reverted to her native language. ‘Baise moi. Baise! Vite. Plus fort! Oui, comme ça. Oh, oh, oui.’ Incredibly, Ty responds, thrusting ever faster and more forcefully. My hand steals between my legs, presses the clitoris into prominence.I cannot believe that Ty can maintain this. She was recently married and good looking lady with silky and long hairs till her waist. I love girls and ladies with silky and long hair. Just love to play with it.I started to teach her office works and was admiring her beauty when she comes in Sarre and sits next to me. I used to touch her hand and say sorry as if I touched by mistake, for which she never misunderstood me. This used to happen every now and then.But I wanted to touch and feel her silky hair. So I started to stand next to her.