“I want you to – be my first lover.” She looked at my face boldly as she said it, then suddenly she was on me, her arms tight around me, kissi...g me hungrily, her breasts against my chest, her tummy so hard on my cock that I feared for its safety.This is not good, I thought. It will be all over in a moment. She won’t get any satisfaction out of it and she’ll go away feeling ashamed and hating me.I managed to break away from her frantic kisses to speak. “Julie, Julie,” I said. “Yes, yes,. Phil told him that she had had a daughter when she was younger and was not married, and because of family pressures she had her adopted. She regretted not being able to have any more. All the time we were speaking I was studying her. I had always had a fantasy for older women. She was about 58 years old with a very trim figure. She stood about 5’9”, with a crowning glory of red, gold hair, swept back from her face, just with some white round the edges. She had emerald green eyes with a. Aur maar iski choot.. Aaaaaahhhhhhhh aaaaahhhhhhhh.We all three came at the same time.Then we had a group bath and came out. Sharad and I were going to wear lungi only. He had brought one and said, “Humare yaha shaadi main yehi pehente hai”.My mother applied powder on my body and my balls. My dick was flaccid. I was told to wear only the lungi. Even Sharad was wearing only a lungi.Just then my mother brought a cream with her and applied it on our cocks. And mom went to wear her saree. She tied. He pushed through the pain, cursing himself for not being younger or stronger as their bodies crashed against each other.“Oh fuck,” she breathed out.Her pussy slammed down hard onto his cock one last time, nearly sending them to the floor, before she threw her head back and screamed. Her body then tensed and began to shake in his arms. Her pussy clamped tight around his cock and then he felt it. Her orgasm and delicious juices flooded over him, soaking his cock still buried deep inside her.He.