I have no qualms in admitting it was a very emotional moment.We just naturally sat on the diwan with her on my lap and we kissed. She was in a beautif...l blue coloured sari and semi transparent blouse with white bra sexy and lacy. Her figure still belied her age of 30+ and was superb. I roamed over her body slowly unpinning and removing her sari and blouse and bra and petticoat. I licked and kissed and touched and kneaded and squeezed every inch of her body. I reacquainted with her sensitive. To her this was Shangri-La, a warm welcoming flat and a meal she didn’t need to cook. It was soon served, she told him “his mum had been on,” but not why, saying “at home, they were all Ok and they would catch up on Monday!” they ate, then over coffee and donuts they sat together letting the meal digest. After a while and watching the weather, which was not impressive, he said he had a surprise for her , a new all in one jacket, said she could try it on as it was to be a proper surprise, and. Even if she wanted to deny it, she couldn’t help but taste the chocolate in her mouth now. It was as real within her mind as it was before. Her nipples were slowly becoming erect as the complete and natural focus returned to the words now. Your mouth is probably salivating now as the chocolate swirls in your mouth, the sweet flavor unlike anything you have ever had before. Your mind is wrapping itself around the memory so well that it doesn’t take much effort at all to recall it now. You are. Allez je suis dans un bon jour, je m'appelle B?atrice C., B?a pour mes ami(e)s. Je suis blonde, taille moyenne (pour une joueuse) 1m68 , fine, avec des seins normaux 85B mais ressortant mieux gr?ce ? ma finesse.J'aurais aim? en avoir de plus gros mais bon pour le tennis c'est mieux ainsi.J'ai eu quelques petits amis, 2 ou 3. Non en recomptant j'en suis meme ? 6, j'ai d?cid? de ne pas vous mentir.Ca ne fait pas de moi une salope quand meme ! Je cherchais juste le grand frisson mais.