Jub main ny apna hath jeldi say baher nekala to mere saima baji uth gaee .laqeen main ny sony ka natak keya or mere jan chooth gaee. But is rate mian ...ore teyare ke sath tha ise ley main din may so ker neend pore kerna jahata tha . Main apna bister per so geya or mere aankh 2 ganty ke bad khole to rehana baji or saima baji apas main bateeh ker rahi thee.main eyes bind key un ke bateeh soneeh . Rehana saima baji say keh rahi thee ke us ke saas ny to us saaf saaf keh deya hai ke ager Who ib ma na. "Yeah, you have any iced tea or lemonade?" I asked. I started to call her Mrs. Riddings from her married name but I'd always imagined called her "Susanna, you hot sexy babe" whenever I'd stroke myself off in the shower as I fantasized about fucking her. I restrained myself from saying that too.As Susanna turned and went into the nearby kitchen, I was more sure than ever that she probably didn't have another stitch of clothing on under that robe. I hoped I'd soon find out.When Susanna came back. She held back nothing. She clamped her thighs on my head and pushed my face into her pussy and whimpered. Next wave of relief she threw her head back and rolled it side to side, with her arms extended she screamed, “YES,YES,YES, YEESSSSSSSS.” Her shudders and convulsing slowed to stillness. I looked, and she was limp. I didn’t even fuck her yet. I kissed her on the mouth and said, “Its beginning to snow now.” Holding both her hands, I aided her up. They were brown, though, and stood out starkly on her white breasts. It was clear, the first time I saw her, that she spent her days inside, and the sun never caressed her naked skin.I was surprised at how thin her waist was, and how it made almost boyish hips seem larger than they were. She had not the full hourglass shape of Sally and The Mistress, but that made no difference to the boys who debauched her. I suspect, after watching what I will eventually complete reporting, that had she a.