His wife, Sachiko, was a petite Asian woman, very quiet. Mom would sunbathe in the back yard, sometimes nude. Ken would watch her over the fence. Mom ...and I) knew it but she either didn't care or she liked it. (There was an old man who lived on the other side and he could see in the back yard too. He would stand at his window, obviously jacking off, as he watched Mom.)Of course Ken was going to push his advantage and began talking to Mom. She didn't bother to cover herself as she talked with. Her wetness is apparent too. Her inner thighs are slick with her juices and not wanting to hesitate, he keeps kissing along her thighs. His licks get a little longer as he tries to savor every bit that he can. Her smell, her taste, the feel of her hot flesh is overwhelmingly intoxicating.Fred turns back, working his way back up toward the crack of her ass. Higher and higher his lips traverse until he reaches her backdoor once more. He pauses for a moment, lingering at the dark recess of it. As. This is different from the first story. This happened when we went for a trip to Poovar Kerala in 2014. We have had a baby now, but even after that she has maintained herself pretty well.We were travelling to Kerala by train, nothing happened and we peacefully reached the resort. We enjoyed a couple of days at the resort and before the final day, we both had a full body massage. She was done by a female and I was done by a male. It was done with all Kerala oils and all and we had a good steam. You smile and pull my hands above my head pinning me to the wall. I smile and let you have your way with me. You slide your fingers in the waist band of my skirt and slowly tug it down until it falls to the floor. I step out of it and kind of kick it away. Your fingers are sliding under my shirt and tugging it upwards as you go. When it reaches my breasts you can see your going to need both hands to remove it. You look into my eyes and silently ask me to keep my hands where they are. I do as.