. !" Her hand continued to work on my cock. She took a tight hold and parted the pocket as she pulled it free from within the boxers and into the cool...air of freedom. Her hand glided back and forth, up and down as she caressed the length of my foreskin, slipping it softly within her grasp as her thumb occasionally would slide up along the underside of my cock and against the edges of the eye that looked out upon top.I groaned, my head buried into the pillow, my eyes shut and my mouth open in. They'd lived on the economy much of that time, so Carrie had more exposure than most to the German culture, and at one time she had spoken fairly decent German; however, she'd lost much of it in the more than thirty years since she had come home to the States. Still, she was the only person in the room besides Susan, Mark, and Oma who had spent any time there at all.She had a nice long talk with Carrie, who asked some intelligent questions based on her own memories. Things had changed a great. She told me to come to her house on Monday afternoon when nobody was in her house. I thought i was very lucky. I am getting a chance to have sex with another matured aunty(actually I’m more interested in aunties).As she said I went to her house on Monday afternoon and knocked her door. She opened the door and I was stunned to see her. She was wearing a red tempting saree and had a perfect figure. My dick became rock hard when i saw her. She greeted me and asked me to come in.She gave me water. It was a typical New Jersey summer day, hot and humid. Tom and his brother and taken the top off the Jeep the night before. When Tom showed up at Tracy’s, she was surprised and the day was looking good to go topless, at least riding in the Jeep. Tom and Tracy had been seeing each other for only few weeks and were introduced by mutual friends. Tom was a little slow as relationships go. Tracy knew this, but knew he was a good guy. They were cruising down the road, listening to tunes. Tracy sat.