All day, Fran was on edge, imagining that it was all part of her dream. The day passed in an excited haze and before she knew it, she was on the bus h...me. Staring out of the window she wondered what to wear, and thought about taking a long hot bath.When she got in the house, she started running the bath. It was 5pm now, that gave her 2 hours to get ready. As she soaked in the bubbles, her hands drifted to her hot pussy. She traced her fingers around her hairy lips, "This won't do," she said to. She was divorced, apparently liked men but did not want to get married again or even have a commitment.On the beach she would lie on the sand with her feet pointing directly towards wherever I sat, when she sat up, she would always part her legs so I could see her bikini bottom covered crutch. Nice boobs as well. I used to think would probably be a nice fuck and I would get quite horny, having to go into the cold sea to deflate my erection .We did not see them again after the holidays as they. She was wearing a saffron color chudidar and black tight salwar. She was looking so hot by a saffron colored bindi on her forehead. I was continuously gazing at her and she was enjoying my gazing. In the movie I asked her about that matter and she told that she had broken all the relations with him but they are living in the same house for their children. I consoled her and gave her a tight hug. I felt her 36d boobs on my chest and my cock was ready.She felt that and she gave a kiss on my lips.. “What naughty things are you trying to avoid?”“Mathew Tollemache,” she moaned. “But he was staring at Kyleigh.”“Every guy stares at Kyleigh,” I panted. “Even I do. Those boobs of hers are awesome.”“That’s the problem,” Courtney moaned. She was a year older than me and had tits just as small as mine.I squeezed her breast through her bra, my fingers rubbing harder. “Your tits are amazing,” I said. I thrust her bra up and over her small tits. “Like mine. Don’t I have cute tits?”“Yes,” Courtney.