, their hands linked together. When they got to the house, he carried her into the house walking straights upstairs to his bedroom. His bed was alread... turned down so he simply laid her in the bed and helped her out of shoes and the jackey. He chucked his jeans and t-shirt leaving on only his silk boxers then slid in beside her. Her back was to him, so he spooned her, holding her tightly. She turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his waist, her head against his shoulder, her right leg. My chitty’s name is kala she is a perfect figure with good shapes all over her body. She lost her husband by heart attack before four years (in 2003). No one can believe that she was 39 because of her perfect figure maintenance. Even from my younger age I was dreaming to fuck her and I want to see her naked. But it doesn’t happen to me because of our relationship. But a day came when all my dreams becomes true in my life. Last year I went to her house in my deevali pooja holidays. My chitty. I turned on the water, squirting in some tropical oil and bubble mixture, drinking in the sweet aroma as I slowly undressed in front of the wall of mirrors. I traced my hands gently over my thighs and cupped my breasts, enjoying the freedom of being alone, a lady of leisure for the moment. As the bath became deeper, I slipped in and sunk beneath the intoxicating slippery bubbles. I dipped my head under, the silence engulfing me, feeling myself suspended and allowing the warmth to flood every. " Sounds like a good idea," Scott agreed. "Give us a call or we'll call you or something. You two take care riding back, now."It took Emily several kicks to get the Sportster going, while the Street Hawk fired up at a touch of the starter. They walked the bikes awkwardly backward down the short driveway to the street, gave some waves and shouted some final goodbyes, and then twisted their throttles and headed down the suburban side street.While they'd been getting their leathers on they'd.