I figured she was just lonely from not having a husband or many friends and she liked having a man around to help her with stuff around the house and ...he also liked having a male figure in her grandson’s life he could have as a role model; someone to teach him how to do manly stuff.So one day she is over at my house and we were all fucked up watching a movie and she starts giving me a hand massage, which was a pretty routine evening for us at this point. After 10 minutes of rubbing on my hands. Her back was now flat on the bed with her ass on the edge. Her legs splayed to either side of his head, the tension of the building orgasm brought her feet up until her heels rested onto Tom’s shoulders. He now had full access to her, nose inhaling her intimate aromas and lapping at her erogenous areas like a starving man trying to extract last flavours from a bowl of a tasty meal. His free hand moved up and stroked her stomach with a feather like touch, then down her thigh and onto her ass. He. She sat quietly for a long time, and I was content enough to let it lie. When she finally spoke, the pain in her voice wrung my heart. "You've met my boyfriend, right? Things are rough between us lately. He fell off a scaffold at work this summer and he has nerve damage. He is scheduled for surgery in March. Right now, he can't get fully hard, and there is a chance the surgery will make things worse." I've met the guy. He kind of seems like a jerk to me, but I wouldn't wish that kind of an. Fir dance practice k lie gayi to jaate hi aakash ne muje bola ki kya baat tanvi aaj to both hot lag rhi ho. Maine blush kia aur use thanks bola then humne apni normal practice khatam ki aur baaki log chale gaye. Fir jese hi hum apni practice shuru krne hi vale he to aakash bola ki if you don’t mind kya hum practice k lie mere ghar chale kyuki auditorium around 5.30 band kar denge. Mere pass koi option nahi tha to mene okay bola. Tab usne apni bike nikaali aur hum uske ghar jaane lage to vo jaan.