“How did you enjoy the last night dear?” he asked. Suddenly, without my knowledge, my face gave a disappointed look.“Oh, it was that bad, uh?”...he asked. Anand was embarrassed.“If it was me, you would have been satisfied to the core”, he said. I didn’t know what to answer. “But obviously your husband won’t give me the chance. So let’s forget about it. Come in, let’s eat now”, he said and put his arm over my shoulder and guided me towards the kitchen.I was so nervous because of the whole. Next a plump woman in her early 50s entered wearing grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt top, I could see the curvaceous outline of her body, my carnal desires were about to be fulfilled. First she removed her sweat pants revealing her ample pink knickers. She then removed her top displaying her blue bra and providing me with a satisfying view of her wrinkled chubby belly. Removing her bra her bulbous naked breasts came into full view, her large pink areola and fat nipples exposed for me to. He was watching me, and I knew it, and he knew that I knew it. Then I made a show of straightening my latex stockings, stretching each leg out in turn and rubbing my hands upwards to smooth out any wrinkles. It felt delicious. How many pictures had my admirer taken? Had he wanked off to them? Published them on the internet? God, how that gave me a thrill. Eventually, I stood up, blew a kiss through the window and went into the kitchen. I emerged a few moments later with a candle and a box of. I realised I was smiling stupidly, she took my hand and I got down off the chair, she came into me straightaway, pulling at my belt and dropping my trousers and shorts, she was looking straight at me as she did this, taking hold of my cock again as I stepped out of my trousers, I was actually going to get to fuck her, she flipped open the dress as the two enormous breasts popped out, held together by the sides of the dress, the large brown nipples distended and erect, she took my hands and put.