I really liked him. Carmella was a divorced Latina woman and started a new job in the library. From the first moment, I was attracted to her and I did...’t know why. She could have been my mother, but she looked young and fresh, though she was 41. First, I often looked through my room’s window when she walked by. She was a beautiful woman with the typical attractive curves of a Latina American woman: wide hips, round ass, tanned body, black hair, beautiful Spanish eyes and large tits.Her son. To tell the truth I'd be quite happy to never to hear from him again." Well, if he doesn't appear soon, you'll need to go without him. That is, if you want to come to the site. I can wait a few moments but not too much longer."After that, I allowed her to finish her breakfast while I took a look at the local paper. It didn't give me any new information, but from the corner of my eye I could see that it intrigued her that I was looking at a paper written in Arabic. I wasn't going to tell her. The cotton crotch had a stain of what appeared as a white line down the middle. I looked closer and started to sniff them when I was surprised by her cheerful voice behind me.“Are you fondling my panties again?” she said with a laugh. “I know you like to go through my things when I’m away. Huh?”She had walked-in on me once when I was in the bathroom masturbating over a pair of her shear pink bikini panties. It had been embarrassing for me, but she didn’t seem upset.Startled, I reacted by. They are the most beautiful feet Ma’am. You know very well Ma’am that you are very very beautiful. Your face, your hands, your feet, every part of you oozes beauty. The shoes that touch you feet are so lucky that they have been touched by your beautiful feet.’ And I bent down on the floor and kissed her designer sandals that she used casually around the house. ‘And the ground where these lucky shoes touch is holy for me’ and I gently lifted her shoes and kissed the ground under them. She.