I want her to fuck me while you hold me.”Celeste smiled and left me for a minute. When she came back, she introduced Marielle to me. Marielle smiled...at me as she stroked the rubber cock between her legs. She took my hand and led me to the table. Celeste climbed up first, laying on her back. I stepped up and laid down between Celeste’s legs. My ass rubbed against her pussy. Celeste held me, stroking my breasts, as Marielle climbed onto the table. Slowly, she guided the hard fake dick into my. We talked for a long time about things we enjoyed and things we were turned on by, I told her of my past and she shared hers, she had a colourful sexual history as had I and it was one of the things that made us a good match.She had told me how she loved to give handjobs and how she felt powerful when she had a guys cock under her control, i explained my love of watching and in addition to our own relations she was very open to the idea of me watching her with other men, especially if she was. "Well I want to get back home to finish my laundry today." "I understand," she said with a frown. "Well, it shouldn't take long for me to take my clothes off the line." "Oh you live in a house? I would love to own my own house. I live in an apartment." Yes I've had this place for less than a year and I love it." Oh I would love to see it sometime," she said. I suggested that we exchange numbers and keep in contact. After exchanging numbers we parted ways.Later that afternoon, around 6:30 pm,. She never used to wear bra (as this was the typical way for village woman). Most of the times,one of her breast (with blouse) and clevages will be fully visible and and she was very less bothered about her saree palluposition. She had broad hips, thighs and multiple folds around her stomach. She lived with her husband named Rasu. Her husband was around 45 years, very lean figured guy, who was wearing banian and lungi most of the times. Ponnamma used to prepare lot of home-made food items and.