"Can you blame me for being horny? Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?" Michelle said, gazing down at her son with goo-goo eyes.Jean stared down...at Jacob, softly running her long nails across his cheek."He reminds me of your father when he was younger. So strong and tender, always eager to crawl between my legs." Jean smiled."You miss that, don't you momma?" Michelle asked."I'd be a fool if I said I didn't. I may be old, but I am still a woman." She smiled."You're a beautiful woman,. Myself: – I’m going for a walk, do you like to join me?S: – Really I also wanted to do, but not today as I have some work. From tomorrow onward I will join you. M: – Ok for sure, just don’t ignore tomorrow.S: – Tu jabardasti lekar jaana fir bas.( you take me forcefully then)M: – Ok Sangeeta and I give her a flying kiss. S:- (she also replies with flying kiss) When I returned both were still sleeping and aunt opened the door and by looking at her I understand that she has just taken bath now. So. The no heat calls were the bulk of our work. Long hours seven days a week were the norm. The money was good and it was the time to make hay, so to speak.The one thing I loathed was getting no heat calls when I finally was on my way home in the evening. Tired and hungry I wanted to see my family, my wife. Worse yet was when I was home, beginning to relax and a call came. Regardless, we had to attend. That was the life of a furnace man.I was just about all the way out the highway, passing the. Finally, resting very low on her hips was a green, super micro-mini-skirt, that if people said was scandalously short would be generous, especially since she wasn't wearing anything under it.Jean looked at herself in the mirror again and felt herself moisten between her legs. She had to resist the urge to rub her bare pussy.Don't resist.'Why shouldn't I?' Jean wondered before her right hand snaked under the lower hem of her skirt to massage her pussy lips and tease her clit.Jean Summers' eyes.