Herhair was brownish, dusted grey. His skin was youthful. Very few wrinklesfor a 55-year old maid.I felt old and very fat next to her; 'corpulent' Dic...ens would havewritten. Hack writer.But it was her face that drew my attention. It evoked the face ofGabriella, Gary's pretty younger sister. I attended her funeral threeyears ago: cervical cancer. Yet that otherwise apt facial analogy failedat the eyes. Like Gabriella, Gary too had always had such bright, cheerfuleyes. They had sparkled and. " I stammered my breath suddenly coming out in a rush, goose bumps now racing up and down my arms, my legs, as my sister's fingers began trailing down the side of my face towards my neck. Finger tracings now finding their way towards my breasts as she circled the curvature of my somewhat flattened tits as I lay there, eyes closed. "Oh god..." I moaned allowing the words to spill from my mouth unavoidably. Her touch was exquisite, the sensation thrilling beyond anything I had felt in so long,. So very well. Soon you'll be leaving the Leamington Heights Flats and go off with that scholarship that's just a few exams away. You don't want to jeopardise that. And if you love your old mother, please don't risk it. I'd hate to see you not do as well as you ought." I know, Mum!" sighed Layla. "You're really talking about Marianne, aren't you? I've got to see less of her until my exams are over, haven't I?" Well, dear," nodded her mother. "I know you're both very much in love. But she's not. It was a bit away from my room, and she was about the knock. She saw me, I ran towards her and kissed her, like passionately. It was literally ‘Aashiq Banaya Apne’ kiss scene. I broke the kiss and grabbed her hand and brought her to my room. We were kissing like mad as soon as I closed the door.The clothes were on the floor in a matter of seconds. We were cuddling on the bed naked. I was kissing all over her body and she was equally participating. I guided my dick towards her pussy and entered.