She reluctantly agreed and let me in. I acted like searching for the same paper. I struck a conversation with Viju.“Mam, how come you are here durin... the vacation?”“Oh, Sarfaraz this correction work of the school.”“Oh, mam I thought everyone should enjoy in vacations”.“Eh? Hmm right right. But what to do with the papers.”“Sad for you, mam.”I kept on chatting with her and slowly and tactically touched on her sex life.Me: You and hubby should plan a trip to the Himalayas, mam. Heard that it’s the. I went to the desk and grabbed the baseball. I pressed the ball against her open hole, already wet with her cum and lube. I was met with a little resistance, the ball turned a bit, but I pressed even harder this time. I heard her gasp as it dove inside.I inserted a few fingers and began to spin the ball inside of her. “Oh My God,” she cried, “that feels amazing!” Sarah reached back and grabbed her cheeks and spread them. I could see the white of the ball deep inside as she gaped herself. I. My husband had been my only serious relationship, and he treated me like a lady, even when I was only 16. We had been married nearly 10 years when he was taken ill and died. For more than 2 years I had no desire to date. So here I am a 31 year old widow, and now starting to realise that I greatly missed the feeling of a man. A man's strong arms holding me, a man's lips kissing me, a man's sweating body on top of me, a man's hard penis sinking deep into me. Oh, my, where had these thoughts come. I loved the scene and on seeing my dick it is damn hard like never before. I again knocked the door once, after few minutes she opened the door with that white thin nighty. I can see soap foam on her hair, neck and hands and all. She asked in wild voice, what is that Vicky ? First I said sorry to her but in a hurry she told its ok and again asked what you came for. ! I told in a mild voice that I was playing shuttle cork downstairs the cork fell on your passage and I came to pick it. She said.