Could that mail belong to that apartment? Not in a big rush, no longer starving after that yogurt. Still wanting something more personal to eat too. S...eila, could she…? Mail in hand, I knocked on the door. It was too late to stop as I heard a voice. ‘Oh baby! … Fuck Momma … Be right back.’ The door opened just enough to see her standing there, nothing on. She was a goddess with curves in all the right places, nice breasts and shaved crotch. Her long brown hair was disheveled like she had been. " Oh," I repeater, the arts to being a good listener was just to prompt now and again when required but not to talk too much."I shouldn't be telling you this but there's nobody else I can talk too," she smiled weakly.My lounge was filled with our silence for quite a long time before she gained enough courage to speak again."He likes me to do things," she said quickly."Oh like what?" I asked."I'm not sure I should be telling you all this," she repeated and smiled weakly at me again, "but they. So who knows? I will tell you this ... Stacy's got one hell of a slick, soft pussy. And she has the muscle control to literally jack you off inside of her. But not only that ... she's a squirter too. Ever seen a woman squirt before Jack? Seen a woman gush? Well ... Stacy sure does. Wickedly hot if you don't mind me telling you so. Nothing like it, feeling all that hot warm juice spraying around your cock when she cums, or pouring inside your mouth while you're eating her. Fuck ... drives me. He quickly pulled his vest and exposed his hairy chest, The next moment his pant was off his body. Kavita stared at the bulge in his underwear as her breathing increased.Oh, god! The sight. My 23-year-old was wife lying on the berth below me, only in her panty. Staring at a stranger’s dick trying to pop out of his underwear.Reddy wasted no time and got on the berth above Kavita. Reddy’s huge 6 feet body swallowed my tiny wife beneath him as he started to kiss her. As they both kissed, I saw.