"My bastard ex-husband!" Then she smiled at me and said. "I'm sorry honey. I saw the dress and it took me aback." Something told me that she needed to...talk about it and I pressed."Want to talk?" I asked carefully. About to hang the dress back up I added as she slowly nodded "I'll put this." No!" Mandy said, "I'll wear it for you while we eat." Her body language went from self-recriminatory to chuckling. "And that," her finger ran up the dildo still in my hand making me blush. "If you're a very. Once Pooja wore a red and black saree to herOnce Pooja wore a red and black saree to her office, her pallu was transparent and revealed her navel and her sexy hips. Pooja accidentally pushed her file down and bent to take it and her pallu fell, she thought no one saw but her boss saw her boob slit. When she bent down, her ass was so round her best friends cock stood straight (they both masturbated that day) Pooja loves to wear bras that make her boobs firm and panties in silk. She loves. She took a finger in her mouth, lubricated it with her saliva and pushed it effortlessly in her behind. When she pulled it out, her finger had a near uniform coat of brownish-yellow paste and a little morsel of the same stuff at the finger. She took the finger in her mouth and for a moment was lost in the taste and pleasure. Her eyes closed, she savoured the delicious taste. It tasted exactly as she had wanted it to. She would record today's recipe for future use.For Jiya, shitting was an art,. She was in her fifties, slim, attractive, and took good care of herself by spending most of her lunch hours at a nearby health club. I say “most of her lunch hours”, because, when conditions permitted, we would spend lunch in some empty office screwing each other blind. While that was great fun, the appropriate conditions didn’t present themselves very often. Maybe once every couple of weeks, which wasn’t often enough to satisfy our cravings, but often enough to fuel the flirting and.