With her, her mother also live(age 80,in one room). She gave me tea and I asked her about her kid’s then she told she don’t have any kid’s, then...I told I am sorry. Then asked about her husband and she told he left her 15 year ago then I feel happy because ill get some chance to have fun with her if I handle this carefully.After that I left to my pg before leaving she told me to come, when I feel to come her home.After that incident we got full closed to each other and frequently I was visiting. ’ I’m not usually much for dirty talk, but somehow even her clichéd words were affecting me. ‘So nice and big – I bet you’re going to make me feel so good,’ she continued. She was stroking my ego, and I loved it. I experienced enough to know that I was about average in size, but the compliment was nice. She lifted her leg and rubbed me along her slit. I was surprised to feel the slickness of arousal. It was as if she even wanted me. Once the head of my penis was slick with her juices, she. Finally, with his shoes on, he and Karen left for the ten minute walkhome."Well, that was an exciting afternoon for you, wasn't it?" Karen said."Not... not really," Tom replied. "That riding crop really hurt." I'm sure it did. That's why we used it on you." She smiled. "And we'lluse it again the next time we decide you need to be punished."Oh Jeez. The crop really hurt. He didn't want to be punished again. God!How had this happened? Spanked by his younger sister and her friend."Please don't,". I never experienced such a touch. I was moaning like hmmmmmmm…..standing behind me he pulled my pallu and started caressing my breast on the blouse…..caressing he said Saroja dear.. the first time I saw you I was in love with you. I wanted to marry and want to love you… I kept silent. Then he lowered my saree frills and started massaging on my waist.. With one hand he was playing with my navel ..circling with finger and pressing the navel region. Slowly he moved his hand towards down. Finally.