“Fuck!” thought Dave, suspenders always made him horny. She swayed over to him and had him unzip her dress, then slid it down over her hips a let...it drop to the floor. She went back to the middle of the room and removed her bra, pulled and tweaked her nipples with one hand, the other she used to let her hair out.Finally she slid her panties down over her undulating thighs and let them drop to the floor.She looked over at him and asked why he was still dressed. Dave undressed so quickly, he. As she walked to her cupboard, I moved to the corner of her room and started peeping into it. As she did the earlier day, she slowly dropped her saree from the top and then stood in front of the mirror which was fixed on the cupboard door. She was looking at herself and her body in the mirror and I too got a look at her front in the mirror. Man, she was hot in her bra and my dick had already started throbbing. She then slowly, put her blouse on and then it was over for me.I got back to my room. I worked out alot in my down time, and it showed, although I didn't have a six pack or anything. The diet required to maintain a shredded physical appearance never suited me. But I was happy with my apearance, and my confidence showed.On this specific night, I had just finished a heavy upper body workout, and was on my way home. On days like this, after such a good workout, my arms and chest we're so tired it was a struggle to even drive my car. Mid drive I decided to detour towards a local. It was difficult for her to rinse the soap of her body, because she could not hold her oversized slippery breasts with one hand. I helped her to pick up her boobs so she could clean their lower parts and especially the fold under them. I liked helping her wash. I liked oiling her boobs, too. The stretched skin needed care to prevent developing stretch marks. So, our evenings in the bathroom were all about caressing, picking her breasts up, and letting them hang down, kneading them, and gently.